One fine day,
Sitting by the bay,
A young cloud with frown on his face
Asked the sea snoring at a fine pace,
You are the oldest thing in this universe
As I learn from elders’ verse…
And also the rumors are spread at our place
That you created me and my entire race
How come a snoring giant like you can create me?
Me being a flying cloud you ever sleeping sea?
I hear that you know every song,
From Adam’s birth prayers to eve’s solitary mourn,
You absorb every stone,
Every gem ever undone
You also hide verses
From fairytales to mermaid’s converses
You are always sincere in hiding secrets
Never revealing any to either of your mates
How come you so responsible?
Why are you always sensible?
Why are you always so melancholy?
Never are you bored of being so lonely?
Didn’t thy ever fall in love with someone?
How couldn’t you ever have a chum?
Why do we have to die and you are always alive?
Why do you swap others?
When they never make you bother?
Why the kids coming for bath
Are absorbed by your wrath?
Why sun shines only at your shore
Why do you take him away from the tundra boars?
Why do we always obey you?
Why our anger always due?
O! Sire please answer my curiosity
The young cloud said unknown to his adversity
The sea saw with his closed eyes
Cloud just standing tall over in the skies
He smiled, and rose with a snore
Next moment, there was no young cloud anymore…