Cry For Cloud Poem by Prabhat Kumar Sahoo

My dear Cloud,
I never forget you stepping down
On my thatched roof
To gossip with me
Mix tune with me
To muse on the branches of trees
To massage my soft body
With your lovely chilled hand
Through the high green hills.

Alas! Where are you today?
I am going up hill to hill
Tree to tree,
Bush to bush
To get a handful of cloud
But, in vain!
Depression mount me with empty hands
Months, years and years together
Never heard the brooks are chirpy
The hilly birds are not Being bathed by you.

You forgot, you hate
To come back to bald mountains
I am going up, up and up
Crying for a handful of cloud
Planting trees to invite with hope
You would touch me that day
To rest me in eternal peace
In the lap of my dear hills.