The clouds

The clouds



Clouds, you are floating
Over the towns and villages
and shed your tears
for a new beginning.

Your new form washes the draught
and brings life in land.
The lakes, ponds, rivers
become brimmed with water.

You shade scorching sun
and bring forth shadow.
You are usher of relief.
You are symbol of serenity.

You cool the feverish heart
and make it light.
You are the friend of a man
Who is in solitude.