The Passing Cloud Poem by sambit rout

Far in the Distant sky,
Over the Expanse of the blue,
Swinging through the Gusty winds,
Shining with the new dawn rays,
It came - A Passing Cloud.

It took the shape,
with every touch of wind,
As if Chiseled by the Master's Hand,
with lines of beauty drawn so fast,
She became - The Passing Cloud

I could feel her dancing,
with heavens above her head,
Crowned like a lovely princess,
dressed like a bride on the wedding day,
Hairs rolling down her head,
like the gentle over the steep,
Eyes glittered like thousand stars in a moonless night,
she looked at me.


Drawn into the ecstacy of Love and desire,
I joined the heavenly Party,
Breaking the cruelty of time & space,
I was there-
We talked and danced all day long,
Lost in her fragrance with a wish never to loose,
She spoke-Its time to move.