In the sky the clouds move
Like great vessels of the yore
They shine bright in the sun light
Not a dark patch in them, so pure
In the sky the clouds move
At a slow pace to the horizon
One by one they vanish not to
Come up to shine under the sun
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sometimes clouds are under the sun and at that time shade is there on earth. Intelligent crafting.