The Clouds – I

a poem by Ramesh T A

How fast the clouds move in the moon light!
And how soon they make dark the whole sky!
Move or stay the clouds are the wonders of fantasy
That create for man to probe dream like situations!

Sometimes the clouds appear as the floating feathers
Or as floating fleece of varying shapes and sizes
Fuelling the imagination as to the glow of light behind them
Mostly to the regions of heaven man longs to go one day!

Yes, heaven! The dream of man is eternally Utopian.
As empire without foundation floating and flying in air
Always with the wings of poesy born of dreams or visions
Only ‘Viswamithra’ could create such a one for ‘Trisangu’?

The place of heaven in the Universe is the floating clouds;
The mystery of these mystic clouds history says nothing.
The vehicle for the messengers of God to go to any region,
The mat-clouds, the divine aviation are all over the earth!

The pillow clouds of the moonlight give comfort
Men need to dream of pleasant wonders in the world!
The arch of rainbow of Sunlight decorate beautifully
The dark clouds of rain, a pleasant sight to enjoy!

The forceful breezes of the rainy clouds pour
Rain to the earth to make it a cool place to live
And to grow grains and green plants to sustain life
For men, animals and birds longer to praise in gratitude.

Indeed where is life without the clouds of atmosphere over the earth?
The clouds are the dream, life and hope for all the earthly beings.
The clouds are not just the smoke emitted from the earth below
But the source of life force for all the living beings from above!

The clouds are not like the unreachable Stars
Or are they the incomprehensible Universe;
Yet it is full of mystery kindling mysticism in men
And producing dreams and puzzles to probe!