a deep blue sky
a careless streak
of cloud there
careless yet a perfect stroke
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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
I had to read this five times, but I finally understand....... This is straight up motivational. This should be made into a short movie where as the shadow of the cloud is going by, the world is gaining color and the hungry have food, and what have you. Just so great that I'm actually sitting here looking at the world through this poem. 10/10!
Yah! so sweet and wonderful to say..... Amen of everything....all is just a passing cloud... ' a reality '...to live. then, why cease the wind thank you dear friend...God bless you....a 10 +++
An enchanting sight brought before our eyes! Congrats! Pl. go through a poem with exactly the same Title posted by me in the PH.
Clouds like life pass by sometimes quickly sometimes slowly.
Nicely written... with all the philosophical symbols... in simple words... u meant something so deep.. :)
very meaningful.... symbolic... from your brilliant and clear imagination this piece speaks a lot 10+++++ lovelots, Maia
Life is flow, life is change, life is transience! Thanks for sharing! -Raj
Nothing will be the same. That is the beauty of life.