Monday, November 23, 2020


Rating: 5.0
The clouds are ready
For the monsoon

To help
The wind too is ready

One little cloud is
Drifting away

To respite
Towards a peak way

A big dark cloud
Thundering aloud

Tows the rumbling
Little one with him
For a new hymn

Resting on the
Hill top
A departed soul
Long now
Is hit

Withering its
Old thoughts
Sets out for its
New hymn
Indira Renganathan
Topic(s) of this poem: transformation
Geeta Radhakrishna Menon 07 December 2020
A beautiful poem of clouds and their movement. Each step is a change and a transformation. The old withers away, ready to start a new journey of the soul in a fresh body. Beautifully crafted and designed into a lovely poem....dear Indira Ma'm! ......Top Stars
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Kesav Easwaran 24 November 2020
Good poem. One of your best. Your theme gets well decorated there.5 Stars
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Mahtab Bangalee 24 November 2020
Everyone is ready to help Everything is ready to help but the time is fact! Accident has the form of cause and effect from the wings of help sometimes something and someone stay aside then the form takes transformation!
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Deluke Muwanigwa 23 November 2020
Nicely done. Its new hymn among the gods.
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Varsha M 23 November 2020
Ma'am this transformation is beautiful. Very nicely penned in language of clouds.
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