A small cloud of rain wondering in sky,
Drifted into my life with a thunder of fly,
And for some time, I felt cool and humble,
I no longer felt lonely in dark & dry.
I thought life would go on hereafter happily,
In one long, long stretch of time so merrily,
But when the cold, harsh winds of change started blowing,
The cloud of rain had to drift away oftenly.
Life is still going on with the days of memoir,
In one long, long stretch of time so satire,
I am not lonely, I can't say I am sad or unhappy,
But you have left a void, That would take me a long time to fill.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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A Beautiful poem. Clouds have to drift along with time. There are sometimes when one feel neither sad nor happy. To fill a void, it takes a time. I loved reading each lines...