Cloud Waves Poem by BASAB CHAUDHURI

Cloud waves over the mountains,
constant reception and goodbye,
as my little daughter used to do.
She is grown now.

The mountains — bluish black —
touch the sky, loving the cloud.
Serenity fills my heart,
yet a yearning for the unknown
destabilizes, debilitates.

Evenings arrive like a lonely cloud.
Occasional rains drench me
even when I am not outside.

My love for the sky sways my emotions —
I do not know how to settle.