CLOUDS>>>

White puffs of gust fill up the atmosphere,

A beauty to watch rolling up my eyes,

Occasionally still, sometimes only moving,

White makes me ponder my happy moments, 

It’s always there, as visible for others to see,

Thick as milk, even in gushes of breaths,

Gaze thrown up, catches a glimpse of it,

It cannot be masked to go unnoticed,

Loves playing Hide – n – seek and runs in leaps,

Flight takes us so close, feel like touching,

Nature’s best gift, a wonderful blessing,

Unravels to all irrelevant of spirituality,

White partially, blue takes the upper hand,

In sun, even blackish puffs beam out,

Thus, purity is necessary to stain our self,

Guess what it is all about, the SKY>>>