Clouds in the skies; clouds in the skies; clouds, clouds <br />Clouds in the skies; some clustering; some cluttering <br />Some straying; some strewing; all in one yonder <br />Like free floating vices and flouted virtues <br /> <br />Amongst myriad murky Stygean stratus <br />One cumulus, shining bright and smiling white <br />Like a lucky rich man amongst fated poor <br />Leering, jeering, raving in sway and sashey <br /> <br />“My one misdirected beam made him gleam” <br />Bemused waning God Sun, “how this happened <br />Of one breed are all clouds; running in them same <br />Vapour-blood; façade is due to my light shed” <br /> <br />“Oh! Idiotic white clouds! This is not good! <br />Don’t swagger because of my one holy blunder <br />On the day apocalyptic winds wiggle <br />Every cloud has to melt down into drizzle”<br /><br />sathya narayana<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/holy-blunder/
