Poem - 4 | July 2025

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I Love 



TUMPA Mitra Sarkar

Kolkata, West Bengal

 


I love that cloud with all my heart,
Sprinkles blooms and plays its part.

When breezes brush against its side,
It swings and sways, a joyful ride.

A ruby bindi on its brow,
It whistles softly, here and now..

As twilight drapes the late day’s skin,
It hums a tune with notes within.

And if I whisper, “Cloud, come near,
Drop me a song for skies to hear,”

It weaves a trail through gold and blue,
With notes that fall like morning dew.

That’s why I love that cloud so true
It paints the dawn in crimson hue.

With morning rays it pours a tune,
And sings Bhairavi’s sacred rune.


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