Wandering Clouds

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Wandering Clouds

Travelling together
Across the dessert.
Sun-tanned brown
Like camels, sand drowned.
Just a glimpse,
A colourful tinge.
Women in capuchin
Princess in palanquin
Jewels shining
Beauty blinding
Syce riding
Wise men guiding.
Drack dracone,
Water with a caramel tone.
Miles to cover
Mirage hovering over
Trinkets and bells,
Music and miracles.
Rare showers,
Captive powers.
Children dancing,
Birds glancing,
Rats hiding,
Sun gliding
Panoptic panoply
A cloudy caravan across the sky !

Dr. Guncha Gupta
9 - 10 - 1999




Comments

  1. UnknownMarch 28, 2019 at 6:23 AM

    A well written poem that transports the reader to the deserts in the rainy season and gives him much pleasure

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  2. SonalMarch 28, 2019 at 6:39 AM

    Dear creative poet-loved your poem. Your poems have become my partner when riding a bus full of strangers. The amazing fact is that you created this poem in 1999 - when we all were so engrossed in books! Keep going girl. Cheers

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  3. EktaMarch 28, 2019 at 7:11 AM

    Beautifully painted the caravan traversing a desert! Keep going The Poetess! Love it!!

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  4. Mohit GargMarch 28, 2019 at 8:19 AM

    1999?
    Wow.
    Nice poem. :)

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  5. Bishttttt BoyMarch 28, 2019 at 8:51 AM

    Nice poem

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  6. SurenderMarch 28, 2019 at 9:16 AM

    Wow, what an imagination. Amazing.

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  7. Vibhuti ChhibberMarch 29, 2019 at 12:56 AM

    Beautiful! 1999? Applause! You always had it in you. Keep writing.

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  8. UnknownApril 2, 2019 at 9:05 PM

    Very well written!

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