a deep blue sky
a careless streak
of cloud there
careless yet a perfect stroke
a moving swarm of clouds after
no...no not a cotton ball
yeah..you have read enough of that all
it is an indian kitchen scene
the milk in the vessel..when boiled
fumes and foams with life
an auspicious sign of prosperity
the moving clouds enacts life
leaves its shadow on the mountains
the patchy shadow moves on with the clouds
moves on....on and...on
showing life
the streak of cloud permanent there
seen after the moving clouds pass by them
all this....tells me
this lovely scene
that nothing will be same
THANK GOD
Clouds like life pass by sometimes quickly sometimes slowly.
An enchanting sight brought before our eyes! Congrats! Pl. go through a poem with exactly the same Title posted by me in the PH.
Dear Samanyan, Thanks for your invite. You have all the ingredients, right from boiling milk in an Indian kitchen and passing clouds leaving shadows over the villages and you made good use of the imageries to drive home your points to the readers. A nice read. Rated highly. I have one clitch on your last line. Abruptly, you closed the poem by saying 'THANK GOD'. Instead, I feel, you could have finished with- ' that nothing will be the same in Your creation'-choice, of course, is yours. Rajkumar
A tribute to the kitchen-bound life....or life-bound kitchen....thanks on behalf of ever my kitchen and its ever ambrosial smell
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice work...thanks...10