Poem: A Cloud named Wild Goose
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 sunHer pregnant mother
Bigger and slower
Running behind her
Leaking tears of concern
Her blue-grey belly
Shaking like a balloonThe 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 beckonsIt’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