Fugitive Cloud

Clear sky

It’s been long since we talked to the cloud,

You asking me on its whereabouts,

I in vain started crying aloud,

Time and again no trace the mind contracts.

 

Please! We beg thee to surface straight away,

And lessen the famine of psyche,

We know for sure you’ll call our waiting a day,

Stop being a raucous escapee.

 

Why not? You can emerge out of the blue,

We on earth are beseeching for the least clue.