White clouds <br />Morphing wonderfully <br />Watch those bears <br />Changing into <br />Rows of elephants <br />Shaping like <br />A frail old man standing <br />Rearranging into children <br />Playing with balloons. <br /> <br />White clouds <br />Sway on cradle of the wind <br />Occasionally shrivel <br />With toil and sadness <br />At times inflate <br />With joy and gladness <br />Never forget <br />Heaven nor earth <br />They lie pendent <br />Between the two worlds. <br /> <br />White clouds <br />Strolling since eternity <br />Telling strange fables <br />Of grand olden dwellings <br />With a world of ancient souls <br />When there was nothing, but <br />A fluid of light, <br />A landscape of mist <br />And a suspended caravan <br />Of several ages. <br /> <br />White clouds, now <br />Moulding into sombre faces, become <br />Storms sulking on the horizon. <br />Thousands of maladies thrive <br />Above and underneath the land. <br />White clouds <br />Course through hearts, <br />Surging in <br />The plasma flow of vessels. <br /> <br /> <br />(1990, Translated by Sameer Ahmed, Translation reviewed by Lillian Thomas)<br /><br />Naseer Ahmed Nasir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/white-clouds-4/
