Painted Clouds

By Sahana Navaneetha

I can see a cloud

Oh and the sky, it speaks so loud.

Complicated, but I can hear its roar

and see the sun that shines.

I think it's lonely and hiding behind

But once it came down

Pouring drops of heaven

I looked up to the sky.

The sky was blue and

The sky was in different shades of gray.

I turned around and saw

That I was wet and pale.

My tiny little hair

It curled so beautifully by my neck

This I saw in a puddle

Holding a reflection of how I lay by the wind.

My hair is wet. My eyes are dry

But every symphony of nature I hear

Calls to me that and says

I need not be sad, I need not be gentle.

She told me to dance

Like the swaying branches of a tree

She told me to fall like a leaf

And be lifted by the wind.

She told me to fly like a bird

She told me to cry like a baby.

She told me to be wild

And I can hear her song.

All this while I was so down

I had no courage or smile

But once I heard the raindrops

I could not stop but think-

Why is this world so ugly?

But why is it much more beautiful!

By Sahana Navaneetha