Clouds are sad today
sitting on thershold of weather
waiting for the day
when they will be allowed
to rain; then they will kiss
all the mountains and hills
coming across their way.
They are sad because
they are forbidden to hover
sometime they are peeping
out of the sky window
as if a child is forbidden
to play with their mate
as if a lover is forbidden
to meet his soulmate.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
as if a lover is forbidden to meet his soul mate nice