Cloud In My Mind
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.