Ms Kiruba Sambath is a Lecturer at Vignan Institute of Information Technology, Vizag, Andhra Pradesh .She won the First prize in a Poetry -Writing competition while she was doing her M.A(C.A). She also got the Best Leadership Award during her D.T.Ed . She presented papers at National Conferences.
55. Volcano on My Nose
That morning when I noticed a volcano there,
I became blue,
As it was apparent on the nose, she called me
Miss. Pimple.
My countenance did fall and my face did show
a dimple;
I turned pale simultaneously with it that changed
to crimson hue.
As eruption of magma from the volcano, the pimple
emanated pus
And progressively a rind was formed over and it
did get heal.
No girls allure to have pimple and think it to be
a huge gale
But I learnt: such like things come and go in life
to which we should not fuss.
56. Aimless Clouds
Oh! Cloud where doth thou go?
Art thou hastening to the field to sow?
Or art thou proceeding together to spree
Thou art, under no bondage, but eternally free.
"Where do the clouds move to?" To mama asked I
"Simply." She said. "It is just the work of the Most High,
These clouds move with no aim nor have any purpose.
Nor do these cease from their motion to repose."
Years passed by and I grew into a dame
But the motion of the clouds remained the same
Also the question, which I asked her, unceased to evolve
My restless mind yearned earnestly to solve.
So I started to gaze at the moving clouds and ruminate
Then the unsolved question, in me, began to culminate
The clouds dashed with each other out of the blue,
And the whole atmosphere turned into a dark hue.
The sky, its burden, began to shed with a gentle shower
This inevitable event went beyond all the power
And I saw the distant farmer's happy face
By which I got the answer to my unsolved maze.
Oh! Clouds!!
Thou art not aimless but art awesome work of God's hand!
Thou surpass everything that is on the land!
And upon thee will I contemplate and thee I adore
I thank thee O! Cloud!! For rendering this amazing lore.
