I watch the cloud
Slowly passing over
The patch of land
Where I stand
Like a mammoth ship
Crushing tides of a
Blue sea it moves on
Looking grand
It has a silver color
With frayed edges it
Spreads to four corners
Of the sky
It can't come down
It can't go up and like
A bird with plumes
It can't fly
I don't love the cloud
It does not bear rain
For the mortals in this
Scorching heat
I wish it should bring
Rain and thunder for the
Parched earth or death
It should meet
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One doesn't love cloud when cloud doesn't bear rain. You have astutely delineated this poem having this theme. It may be cited.....I don't love the cloud It does not bear rain For the mortals in this Scorching heat I wish it should bring Rain and thunder for the Parched earth or death It should meet Brilliant poem. TFS.