I kept staring at the sky,
Seemed like they were moving.
Peeping into glass doors,
Sky scrapers they kept kissing.
They kept floating in the sky,
Sometimes stuck to each other,
At times scattered like shredded cotton,
As though drifting from further and further.
They keep changing their colours,
To suit the colours around.
And white as ever they appear,
Even when darkness surrounds.
They warn us of the storms and rains,
And slowly the dark clouds fade.
Teaching us to keep floating,
Looking up to brightness ahead.
-Rupali S.K
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