Autumn Cloud

)))))((((( AUTUMN CLOUD ---------- Clouds are not the scurrying horses, they are not in hurry They are silky autumn clouds, carrying smells of curry They are lovely o tum full of nature’s freshly corralled charm They love kiddie kids of Kailash who have neither dad nor mum Princess Stella with umbrella dancing belle of the ball Cloud chooses for her cruises a bunch of roses in golden trawl Prince of Bordeaux in Alamogordo finds a cloud is sneaking in Hello come on little cloud, autumn’s bestest flying sheen Cloud brings his Stella’s letter as her fairies’ deliveryman Prince is happy tells his pappy” I will marry as early as I can” So the cloud drops the shroud and is now a autumn god Blesses the prince and never seen as he joins his rank abroad xoxoxoxox © RAJAT KANTI CHAKRABARTY 18th October, 2014