Moving Clouds. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

Still the clouds are fast moving
Just like human thoughts comes and goes
The expected rain is still far away
The black clouds gave us new hopes
The rain still playing as a little boy
We are suffering the extreme heat of sun
What transpire is the havoc imminent
The rolling clouds gives only belated hope
Expecting a shower in next or day after tomorrow
The birds are crying aloud from tree branches
The horn bills are looking in the sky
Their expectation for a shower may fruitful
The fast moving clouds gives belated hopes
And the farmer readily prepares with seeds.