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The Cloud of Blue - A Poem



There is a blue cloud

Inside my neck.

It is called as Fear.

Whatever I see,

Seas, skies, sun and shoes

Gets coloured in its

Colour of blue.

Choking the air my breaths,

Blocking the rhythms of my heartbeats,

Like bugaboos, this cloud of blue

rains droplets of crystalline poison of blue.

Dazzling serpentine spread-sheds

Or all those majestic-headed roars

Seem to be a memory now remote

For, the king of the jungles are now merely teeny boars.

All this because of

This cloud of blue

Inside my neck.

But, not bad it is,

The cloud of blue,

For it sticks with me

Better than any artist’s glue

It stands by my side, 

like a love true.

I too seem to fall in love

With this cloud

of blue. 

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