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Clouded

 Every night, I bring myself 

To stare up at the sky - 

But turn back home, with a frown on my face,

Clouds blocking stars, showing wry. 

Every morning, I peek out the window 

To marvel at the sea above -

But turn away, losing hope, 

Cotton figures, masking what I love. 

Every time I see the clouds, 

I curse them, with all might, 

They don't deserve to be up there, 

Ruining the bright days and starry nights. 

And one day, the clouds finally went away, 

And I stargazed in much peace. 

But suddenly, the sky felt a bit empty - 

Although dotted by the stars, without fake fleece.

In the mornings, the sun burnt the pavements - 

And something inside me missed watching 

The white shapes that merrily floating past - 

I didn't realise they had much meaning. 

Though much couldn't be seen, they brought

A wholesome feeling - that you probably can't see - 

You only can, when one day, 

The clouds decide to flee. 

There's beauty in everything, and without each - 

That you see, everyday, it seems unsettling - 

So take a moment to understand, 

What your clumps of flying fleece really mean to say.

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  1. Shyamala NNovember 23, 2025 at 11:28 AM

    What a beautiful poem , kannama!!! One can draw so, so, SO many parallels between this and our lives !! Yes , sometimes it seems like clouds do block our vision and make the whole environment gloomy. However, it is only when the sun glares down at us that we start missing the clouds. Every little thing , good or bad , that we go through or come across in like , brings with it some lesson which makes us a better person!
    Loved your poem pattu ❤️ Keep writing more and more !!

    Loads and loads of love,
    Shyam aunty

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  2. T.SrinivasanNovember 23, 2025 at 11:59 AM

    Writing a poem is a gift.Especially observing Nature and wring a poem is special gift.Ending the poem with a message is an extraordinary gift.I love your way of writing and feeling proud Shriyandhaa .May God bless you
    From
    Pushpa Patti

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  3. Balqji nNovember 23, 2025 at 12:10 PM

    Lovely kid. Keep writing. Good thought. Interesting conception. There is a saying in Native Tamil Language: the value of a shade can be appreciated when u r in the hot sun. No?

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  4. T.SrinivasanNovember 23, 2025 at 1:31 PM

    Mind is clouded by good and bad thoughts. Good thoughts are like clear bright blue clouds moving fast. Darkened clouds bring us fear or worry. Whether it is going to rain ? If so, will it be heavy? But rain is also necessary for all of us. Make Hay while sunshines, that goes the proverb. But rain or shine you go on observe the nature and write a poem with a message. Keep it up.

    Babu thatha

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  5. AnonymousNovember 23, 2025 at 3:18 PM

    As usual fantastic

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  6. AnonymousNovember 23, 2025 at 3:18 PM

    So adorable poems written by my bestie .. keep it up bro .
    By Sai shreesha

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  7. AnonymousNovember 23, 2025 at 3:19 PM

    Hi akka
    Keep writing these beautiful poems , keep rocking
    By Sai Shivani ( sister of Sai)

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  8. hianusreeNovember 23, 2025 at 3:43 PM

    Beautiful poem. What a clarity of thought with choice of words. Every creation of HIS has a meaning. You understand it when you realize HIM.
    Anusha Sreeram

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