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.