The Dark Cloud Poem by ANJANDEV ROY

In the wonderful season
The bright sun is shining,
The gentle breeze is blowing,
The beautiful flowers are blooming,
The sweet birds are singing,
Nature is in perfect rhythm,
In spite of it,
The wise vagabond of my poetic domain keenly observes....
A patch of dark cloud is
Spontaneously hovering in the bosom of the clean sky,
But he finds nothing wrong in it,
The sagacious vagabond feels that
The dark cloud is also true and significant in nature
Even with its dark stature.