Roaring clouds gather
makes me all remember
the days which had special feeling
where no walls had any peeling
Everyday new ideas hatch
nowhere could be found a scratch
Colourful flowers were in bloom
nobody seemed to be in gloom
Rain showered its happiness
then who could think of drowsiness? ?
All night moon and stars shine
thought never occured of dying.
Everything seemed to be so known
there was no feeling of being a vagabond.
Roaring clouds still gather
time has changed..its a different matter.
~13/08/08~
Deepti Agarwal
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/roaring-clouds/
