Envying The Clouds

Oh how I envy the clouds-formless nymphs
that hath only one appearance
while below the canopy of sun and moon
thousand of infinite beings,beasts,sages and
saints
I can make out out of these featherless
lights
that nature is the most accompolished painter
of the earthlings,dwellings and like an
unusual mother she offers her breasts to the
aged,ageless and ageing upon the same plat-
form of serio-comic piece
Every piece has its own piece for performing
Some can perform the beauty of the
meaningless duty
While some can`t finish and are well,well
behind the first winner to finish off the
Running so that it can reincarnate itself
to other form in another country