The Shiny Cloud Poem by Neela Nath Das

The shiny cloud
called me to swing
with the wind.
So did I!
Along the cloud line
I ran and ran
chasing a beautiful
butterfly!
All the Stratus
clouds took leave
giving space
to cumulonimbus!
The cloud cried
but I came down as rain
and waited for cloud,
to hug being ambitious.
Other clouds jumped as
downpour with thunderbolt.
Frightened I
sought the cloud
who called me once
to swing with the wind.
But he never came.

My sky is still under shroud.