The clouds are
Dark and heavy
About to break
Into a torrential
Downpour.
Yet something
Holds back the
Rain from
Falling
If it fell
The clouds
Would have
Lightened
And dispersed
Without a
Backward glance
At the earth
Or the ocean.
But they still
Hang heavy
Uncomfortable
Waiting to be
Relieved of their
Burden.
A pool of sadness
Gathers
Intangible
The reason unknown.
Vineetha Mekkoth
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I love the symbols in this poem, I know when the clouds cry, so also do the Gods.
John, thank you for that insightful reading
deeply immense
Ramesh ji, thank you for stopping by and appreciating