BY BHARUL CHHATBAR
Clusty clouds floating in the sky
Like white clowns dancing in serenity
Some seem like Santa form
Some are like snowballs cluttering around.
Passengers fly and look
For this is too serene sight.
The clouds remain undisturbed
Till it changes its form as rain!
Men come, men go, this earth remains so
Oh thy deeds shall count and not your wealth
You are a mere but mighty cloud!
BHARUL CHHATBAR