MY AEROPLNE WINDOW

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