The morning breeze whispered <br />In my ears <br />To see the clouds and its colours. <br />Ohh..what a beautiful painting <br />Like some portraits in my imagination. <br /> <br />With the efficient use of brush <br />The colours are perfect. <br />Some colours were distinct <br />And some had melted. <br /> <br />But the portraits are only black and white <br />The clouds want some colours of life. <br /> <br />In the folds of different colour's shed <br />There are so many loves' waves. <br />So much joys and lovers' hurt <br />Make a rhythm in the heart. <br /> <br />If the clouds could say <br />What they see everyday <br />The untold stories of real heart <br />What they see from the above. <br /> <br />If the clouds could say like the rain, <br />The deaf feelings and the dumb pain <br />Could be vanish forever. <br />Clouds could bring the light of the usher.<br /><br />Ruma Chaudhuri<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/clouds-the-light-of-usher/
