It rains hard
Flooding the streets below
The skies cry and cry until
Their tears stop to flow
And as soon as they do,
Beautiful sunshine
Cast upon the flooded streets
The sun burning, independently
Without the clouds covering its lit face
It's like the skies laughing at their tears.
As the pavement burns with excessive heat,
The skies close up again
And shower us more
And as quick as they closed, they open
The sun gleaming again, above, so bright
A bit too bright.
Cry now, smile later
Fight today, laugh at it tomorrow.
That's exactly how it goes.
Wow wonderful imagination Shriyandhaa. The nature and it's messages given to you are really amazing. I love this poem .
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PUSHPA PATTI
Wonderful write up by Shriyandhaa. 👌👌👏👏
ReplyDeleteFrom Chandra Madam A g G Office Rtd Sr.AO
Dear Shriyandhaa, your poetry has inspired me. I think it’s a masterpiece and absolutely breathtaking. I like the way you express the nature. continue writing your poetry. V. T. Arasu. Chennai.
ReplyDeleteSuper imagination Shriyandhaa God bless u Congratulations This is ur Pushpa Patti's friend Sujatha paatti
ReplyDeleteAs usual amazing stuff. Really enjoyed your writing. Best wishes to you dear Shriyandha. God bless you abundantly ....from pushkala paati
ReplyDeleteWonderful imagination! Kudos to Shriyandhaa 🙂
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