The Silvery Cloud

Her scholastic life set out
When she was enough old
Scalloped marge of a figure
She learnt it as a cloud

Cirrus it shaped
Fairly then up a height
Each day slender it whorled
Along her way white

Her heart afterward bore
Joy-cumulus of her emotional youth
High as the clouds high did she score
Amassed beauty cumulus all truth

Up and down in wedlock ocean
Stood she apart like a beacon-light
Tenebrous stratus or nimbus
She defied it as a nought

So does a nimbus in new ring
So did she swing and spring

poem by Indira Renganathan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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