Cloud In My Mind

Oh! what a beautiful picture in the sky;

White clouds here and there are passing by,

Sometimes from the North and sometimes from South;

Flying like a kite.

I always like to see in upright.

But my choice for them goes for the white instead the black,

As I never ever prefer to stay inside back.

Eagerness grows in mind to know their whereabouts,

May be known to the Creator;

Who is the ultimate conductor.