Clouds
Atop the iced mountains
Reaching up to the clouds
To hold them still
Dark lady river bed refletes
layers of blue and grey clouds
Fluffs of cotton misty white
Like a river of silky silver hair
Vanish into night sky
In a soundless pitch cry
Day sky full of endless shapes
There lies a woman in veil
Heavy clouds of rain
Streams of earthly pains
Sky seems to shiver
As pours water like a river
Falling drops red as blood
Catched up in a huge hood
It’s the ocean of human tears
Which are so hard to bear
As all their magic dreams
Vanish within a tragic beam
Atop the iced mountains
Reaching up to the clouds
to hold them still
in vain forever
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem