The Wanderer Poem by Anand Shankar

Amidst all those rovers
Wandered a cloud, so ebullient
Plethoric with the divine aqua
To pour down, to relish its scent

Unlike its yokefellows
It didn't rain hither and thither
Strolling with the breeze sometimes
sometimes, drifted by storms further

In search of the tranquil landsacpe
To find the providential serenity
To Imbibe the resplendent verdure
To concede itself to its beauty

Cities over cities, It tramped
Dancing and singing his heart out
Dried and it ached in spite of all
It marched with the foreign clouds

Its voyaging still, in the hope
that someday, it'd find that land
Realizing all the dreams it reckoned
Ere it dies dry and succumb to the end.