The floating clouds🌥️,
Strolling in the sky,
Leaving a blotch
At it’s previous site.
Folding into layers,
Overlapping into itself,
Like a big cauliflower.
It resonate explicitly,
With my form of thinking.
It can take the form
Of any shape known,
Be it a graceful angel 👼,
Or a scary demon 😈
It gives me a smiley🙂
When my heart is smiling,
But can change into gloomy🙁
If my heart is not happy.
It gives me a bear 🐻
All fluffy and fair,
Or a white horse 🏇,
Riding by a king🤴
All mighty and brisk.
Sometimes it entangles,
To form tiaras and anklets📿
These antic clouds,
Encompassing the sky,
Holding the wind 🌫️
To mould into pattern,
While playing with my emotions.
They exist in all shades,
Of white, black, blue or grey,
Coming and leaving by.
I want to play a little while,
Oh dear god!
Don’t let them cry🌧️
Very nice. It is no doubt that God made all these objects only for the Man.
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Thank you Tanveer for appreciating.. for me, this poem is very sweet and funny..and you are right about god
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God not god. These are different.
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How different? Can you explain
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Please check any dictionary
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god:
Any supernatural being worshipped as controlling some part of the world or some aspect of life or who is the personification of a force.
God:
The supernatural being conceived as the perfect and omnipotent and omniscient originator and ruler of the universe; the object of worship in monotheistic religions.
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Oh that’s interesting. I didn’t know that
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Thanks. Please if you got time read more about it. This will lead you true motive of life in this World and also help you to find core meaning of peace and calm.
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Yeah. Sure. Thanks for sharing this
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Wonderfully portrayed n blended with emoticons….
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Thank you☺️☺️
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