Faeces of Clouds
FAECES OF CLOUDS
NAME- Debarpan Chakraborty
We are like the clouds which
Need water for its growth
Unlike us who need it
To prepare our broath
Clouds are the one which
Waste water through rain
We also waste it
Standing beside the lane
Clouds are the one which
Waste water for us
Too they make us gain
In the form of transparent drizzle rain
Doing so much for us but we
Waste so much of it
Lightning and drizzle take place
As soon as the cotton balls meet
Water is the one we waste
At our full intensity but we
Are ignorant about it
Since we do it at our best
Upon the four parts of the Earth
Water resemble the three
But little is useful to us
As most of it comes from the sea
From brushing teeth to washing cars
From feeding dogs to washing socks
All are the gifts of clouds
Wrapped with glass wet bows
Doing such a ruin
We cry a little through tear
Doing gain to us and wastage for them
The clouds cry a lot through rain without any fear
Fear of drought and famine
Over the sparkling cotton balls
Selling pure transparent water
Through sky as their stalls
Our minds are covered by dark tainted clothes
Which symbolises the fogginess in psyche
Our skin covers our unscrupulous intellect
Unless the clouds which are naked and lucid
Are we the yonder cottons where all sins are cured
Like the clouds on the sky be the wounds of the injured
And the coruscating stars be the silver lining
Of the fellow sky that has so emotions as load
Which pours down as nothing but rain
That gives some pleasure and some as pain
And be the witness of the happy visages
Who look for it since many slipped by those days
About this poem
This poem mainly talks about the uses and reason for saving rainwater in our day to day life. This poem is full of knowledge and wit.
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Submitted by debarpan10.ckt on July 30, 2022
Modified on March 05, 2023
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Scheme | ab cdbdCebeCfeegbxbbgbbxgfg xxax hxxx hixi xgbb bbxb eeax |
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Closest metre | Iambic tetrameter |
Characters | 1,676 |
Words | 317 |
Stanzas | 8 |
Stanza Lengths | 2, 24, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4, 4 |
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