Mournful Clouds
Playful serpents of lightning
With twin tongues sparkling
Into the dark caves of clouds
In their hide’n seek marbling
Anger some heat they sending
Lo! All soft clouds thus forcing
To melt shy, rich’n cool hearts
Into the soul of earth a pouring
And like those gloomy lovers
Wander into greens’n bowers
Restless without their beloved
Shedding oceans of showers
O tearful clouds! Keep urging
Thy lost love, go quick pacing
Take the path of roaring rivers
At home she must be waiting
But let me any path not search
Let me lie’n a little more perch
With my preciously gifted tears
As last love token way of church
Copyright © V P Mahur | Year Posted 2014
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