Poem: A Cloud named Wild Goose

Ashok Subramanian
1 min readSep 5, 2024

A random concocted during a mundane train ride, reflecting how everyday sights can inspire flights of fancy-

Poem: A Cloud named Wild Goose

A cloud named ‘wild goose’
Flying fast chasing popcorn
Silent white fluffs
A tinge of amber on -
Baked in the warmth
Of the evening sun

Her pregnant mother
Bigger and slower
Running behind her
Leaking tears of concern
Her blue-grey belly
Shaking like a balloon

The eastern darkness
Slowly emerging –
The fearless ‘Wild Goose’
Chasing the tempting popcorn
The long evening shadows
Scary looking on earth
Who cares –
The tempting popcorn beckons

It’s just a random verse
Of a wandering mind
A purposeless evening
In a mundane train ride
Cooking weird scenes
About a routine evening sky.

~Ashok Subramanian © 2024

“Clouds come floating into my life, no longer to carry rain or usher storm, but to add color to my sunset sky.”
Rabindranath Tagore, Stray Birds

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Ashok Subramanian
Ashok Subramanian

Written by Ashok Subramanian

A poetic mind. Imagines characters, plots. Loves Philosophy, Literature and Science. Poetry-Short Stories-Novels- Poetry Reviews-Book Reviews

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