Kranthi Pothineni


Cloud


With smiles cloud walked
All along my life path
Restless me, restless cloud
Moved, poured and walked
Even on my pathless path

Nights or days not mattered
Like a divine bond it stayed
North wind had tried its best
Sun rays had made it dark
Only to shower on my path

No season came between us
Nor even my own shadow
That's how it loved me
Cared, liked and followed
Without a reason or season

Now I see without its cover
How my breath or beat will be
Will my path turns it back?
Along with my shades wings
O no, I too have wings to fly

So I returned back the smile
To this child in the womb
To this ghost in the tomb
To this enlighten class room
Cloud made this mud to bloom

Submitted: Thursday, November 19, 2009
Edited: Thursday, July 14, 2011

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