Tag: poem on cloud

  • GRAY ROOF

    Gray Roof is dripping  It is happening again  Drop from cloud is slipping Gray Roof is dripping  Without visa he is tripping Its Nature’s gift, its rain Gray Roof is dripping  It is happening again 

  • NOW HOMING

    Enjoying the cool sky without sun Agents of rain ,having so much fun Two eyes of “SAN” is still watching Black cloud in sky ,just roaming, They are very tired,now homing