Each day comes and goes, the calendar never lies
On each month it appears, but with a red signal
The moon seems dull, never has it been bright
Nimbus clouds on the sky
The rain is heavy, quite unbearable to be precise
Seems like a tornado, the storm is drowning me
The earthquakes are intense too, what a sleepless night
The inner clouds are slowly shedding off
Tearing everything down, its muddy allover
The skies must have been fighting, poor them,
The heavens must have been crying
The rainy season is over, so soon I guess
Only four days, and it's all clear, unbelievable
Feels awesome, putting on light shoes, no gumboots
Till next month, the sky is gay.
The inner clouds are slowly shedding off Tearing everything down, its muddy allover The skies must have been fighting, poor them, The heavens must have been crying........ the inner clouds........ you come from nature to the inner state of mind and call it inner clouds. we all have inner clouds. great my dear poetess. tony
A great start with a nice poem, Kanini. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks
I am glad that each of you liked the poem, In a special way, I just wanted to bring out the feeling or rather what ladies go through each month during their menses
I am glad you liked it, i appreciate.in a special way, I just wanted to bring out the whole feeling that ladies go through each month during their menses
A well articulated piece of poetry nicely brought forth from the heart with insight. Thanks for sharing Kanini.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the heavens must have been crying, good one