A Wandering Cloud
A Wandering Cloud
A wandering cloud
That had halted
In my courtyard
For a while
Showering
Protective affection
With its blissful shade
God only knows
Where had it been swayed
By merciless
Winds of Time.
A pang stirs my mind
Oh that I could own
A fistful sky
To grab that cloud
Instead of the scorched courtyard
I would have breathed
Sandal smeared breeze
In my abode.