SOUMENDRA Dutta Bhoumik
Srirampur, West Bengal
What ails the clouds today?They’ve wept the whole long day.Are they struck with sudden fear,Or fever burning near?No one knows the reason why,They sob, they moan, they sigh.When monsoon breaks its binding cord,Their tears fall down, outpoured.Their sorrow none can truly trace,We only see the rainy face.At whim it spills, both night and dawn,And floods the earth it weeps upon.So let them weep, the weight will pass,And smiles will bloom like budding grass.And in that smile I’ll see it clear:The clouds I love for every tear.