The clouds

Cloud
On the top of the mountain
Floating in the clouds
Floating in the clouds
As if in the seventh heaven
What an amusement what a feel
Thy surprised by His vast creation around
And He the creator
He the one and only one
Touching thy head
With the gentle white cottony arms
Like hair of old woman
With the same love and affection
The clouds
Running through thee
With the gentle breeze
And thee in the complete bliss
Of Him
Thanking Him for his unending creation
Around thee
The clouds
Entering your body and mind
Shedding and cutting all the evil
Within thee
With a sharp scissor
Without a drop of a blood
Thee inhaling purest form of air and thought
Trying to spread thy arms and catch the cotton
In thy hands
But He is the one who flees easily away
He is not sought in palms but deep in the heart!
Flowing around the top of the blue mountains
Coming down on the confluence of rivers in the valley
Sensing the green leaves
Eying upon the naughty beam
Of Sun rays that peep through
Roaring through wild winds.
Listening to the songs of the birds
He enters thy heart
He enters thy heart.
-by prasad phatak