Clouds In The Dusk Time Poem by Harshita Chaudhary

I see the clouds in the dusk time,
Looking like the milky lime,
You've attracted my heart,
You're the sky's true part

Oh! In you, I see something pink,
The sun has colored you,
With natural ink,
In the sky so blue

No, not ink, it's a cake,
Of cream of strawberry,
And the red birds are the cherries,
Dear sun, daily you bake.

See these beautiful birds,
I can't express their beauty in words,
Who become cherries for the pinky?
Oh! Yes, it's creamy not inky!

Dear sun, you're a good cook,
You don't need a recipe book,
At the beauty of nature I look,
And see the magic of the cook!

Just like the sun bakes a cake,
In the sky, we can also make,
By enjoying nature's beauty,
But it's possible only when we do our duty.