Clouds hold a special fascination for me: their wanderings and changing
shapes, their ponderance or lightness, their coloration. I follow their erratic
course and keep marvelling at them. Here is another poem I wrote on the theme:
A cloud chaser
His eyes pinned
On the celestial sphere
Pursuing ever elusive
Fugitives
Be it lucid or be it leaden
They never tire
They stow away
Behind peaks
They leap onto
The glistening lakes
A hostage to their erratic ways
In bondage to a trivial pursuit
His days aimlessly flutter by
His path fusing with their flight
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