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The Clouds

Clouds floating on the wings of air
Wandering over hills, valleys and deserts
Swinging, dancing and thundering
Raining over fields, rivers and seas

Unmindful of the throes of barren lands and deserts
Ignoring their plea, begging and laments
Giving nothing not even a sprinkle or two
The tale of your impartiality isn’t true

Your benevolence is a myth
No robing the rich and paying the poor
Alas! You are not Hatim Tayi or Robin Hood
Thirsty barren lands are crying for moister 
But there isn’t even a drop for them in your reservoir

These thunders and drumming of your benevolence  
Are only to terrify and no solace for the craving souls.
They are all ears for the symphony of tip taps 
They are longing for sprouting of Lilies and roses from their laps.

Mohammad Yamin
Sintra, Portugal, 28 Sept. 2016

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Darlene De Beaulieu

Date: 5/14/2019 7:52:00 PM

Hello Mohammad Yamin, some people are afraid of thunder, so are dogs. My sister's dog maggie hides under the bed when there is a thunder storm. I saw an angel in the the clouds today. It was beautiful. have a nice evening my friend.

Mohammad Yamin
Date: 5/14/2020 4:41:00 AM

Thank you for your awesome comments. I am grateful. Regards. -Mohammad

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 10/16/2016 8:52:00 PM

this sings with imagery, Mohammad. I also am thinking it is metaphorical, but maybe not! I do love the personification of the roses from their laps. I really liked this.

Mohammad Yamin
Date: 4/22/2017 12:14:00 PM

Thanks Andrea for your learned appraisal of my poem and the praises you have showered. Love. - Mohammad