It was not my turn to chase the cloud everywhere <br />It was not my birth to penetrate the cloud every sphere <br />It was not me the cloud overcast many skies where it shine <br /> <br />It was me who seeks brightening of pits from dawn <br />every crack of bonafide fencing needed to be shackled by glee <br />It was me who fastened the buckles of night with fairy wings <br />every pack of threatened gear to accelerate high to win the ending <br /> <br />It was not the cloud whom been paid the maxim to dark the noon <br />not been whipped to dry the trickery the lovely angel played to defeat <br />It had no hurry to quick-fit the ramping by flattering the vampire palpits <br /> <br />It was a choice to ratify graveyards to the grave of time endless <br />It was to funny the gamblers never earn any coin to please pacific soul <br />specific journey to join the uncertain whole which never would be choose <br />cloud- cloud the marvelous peak of covering shades, thirsty soil, reverberate lips <br /> <br />every time I preach the head to glorify mind it shades requisite none but me <br />every time see the fields of flickering fables tantalize to toxic testament <br />a giant never favor branden to bury other gen of hexagon bravity <br />for crucification <br />and cloud the extra doctrine manifesting the nature of sublime <br />makes the person to make impersonate to cherish the reality of life and death. <br /> <br />Pranab k c <br />10/04/2012<br /><br />Pranab K. Chakraborty<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cloud-metaphor/
