Voice Of A Cloud

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VOICE OF A CLOUD



I'm alone, but are there really no one around?
I'm detached, but don't I ever feel like walking the ground?!
I ride the winds and I float above,
Making the world happier and filling it with love;

I'm the sense of mystery and the source of hope,
I bring peace and dip the heat as I run down the slope(s);
I roam free from the seas, land and round;
I may look soaring, but you should know I'm too bound;

With eagles flying beneath me looking for prey;
For some, I may seem like gloom in grey;
But I'm in no mood to look into you,
I carry loads of life which is ready to spew;
I know I look glorious and beautiful from your view,
But you should know I'm the first one from our crew,

While we're welcomed by the dance of peafowl and breeze,
Our might is felt even deep within the seas,
With the teetering of the trees,
People's hearts turn to us and sees,
They beg for our blessings and asks us to please;
We are the life-givers comparable to mother's milk,
Purest in its own, with a form woven like silk;

I know I'm early, so don't get your hopes too high,
I already see a young man, ready to write about me in five,
A kid wants me to make him fly,
So high, that he would touch the sky;
I send my apologies with my cry,
What else could I do, other than to try?!;

I'm just a dark lining of the real storm,
With my brothers busy building their form,
I approach with the grace of a father who's very proud,
I think of myself as a warrior of God, though
I realize that I'm another lone dark cloud..


                                                            -Arun Krishna G

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