Clouds
Sky is the limit
but are they to delimit
clouds are my aim
but what do i stand to gain?
for one day i know
i will be far above
with the clouds i will play
for whom now i pray
and that day i touch
without a hunch
and i’ll cry
for they go dry
then they turn to water
as my life grows shorter
and i ask
why did i come this far?
for water was always there
and then i understand
that i am not to stand
in the way of life
as it marches by
for without the clouds
who really are water
why would i come this far
and live with out a hope
for life is a journey
and a destination it is not….
(Got 2nd prize for this poem in the college in B-tech 3rd year)
