Transformation Poem by Indira Renganathan
Transformation
The clouds are ready
For the monsoon
To help
The wind too is ready
But
One little cloud is
Drifting away
To respite
Towards a peak way
Urges
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
Good poem. One of your best. Your theme gets well decorated there.5 Stars
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!
Ma'am this transformation is beautiful. Very nicely penned in language of clouds.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/20/2024 5:47:13 AM # 1.0.0.1119
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