This cloud reminds me
When I was in my childhood,
Mother said I was young
To know the world,
Sometimes it is playful
Sometimes it is hurtful
Sometimes it is soothing,
Sometimes it is benign,
But many times it is bliss.
Cloud makes us turn to look
At the life’s vision,
Leading to a standard life,
That is amused with time,
For that reason we do well
And we feel tenderness of blessing
When cloud bursts into rain,
And the world rejoice
With all that it holds on surface.
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