A Question Poem by Deb Panda

She asked to a puzzled cloud,
To foresee where it would fall -
After wandering miles and miles -
And hence, weary for another trail.
The sky reflects a silence,
When this evil cloud is encumbered -
To be dropped on bedewed hearts -
Often to brief hours,
of her lips and cheek.
But cloud will always appear in his heart;
Not to the futile words -
of highland beauty,
Like glittering stones in tidal resistance -
Diminish to pearls in brackish sea.