Passers by short poem

They are passing me by in the sky
smiling silently as
I sit near the sill and squint.
Free, they follow the breeze while
I try to tackle these tiresome lines.
do they know I watch them gather
and grow apart?
do they look too when I gather my wits
or cry aloud?
I think they do.
My allies in the sky. Passers-by.

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An Indian national, Sushi works as a teacher in Singapore. She dabbles in fiction frequently and one of her short stories appeared in "From the Depths" -- a literary journal published by Haunted Waters Press, USA. Her travel essay on Maldives was recently published in Jaggery, a literature journal that promotes South Asian writers.
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Balveen Cheema

Wish the clouds watched, knew and helped us in our struggles.

Geetha Paniker

Clouds are always listeners changing patterns to our moods. Lovely

Mukti Shah

Beautifully written.

ammu sachariah

Beautiful poem.