as l see, cloud, cloud like a falcon soaring in high dressed in white, black, red clothes spreading out your big mighty wings where are you going?the images of your shadowy figures fall on the still water making the earth look fresh,new and brighter before the darkened evening approach. from the south-west corner of sky l do hear a voice calling.....a deep cry holding a torch in hand approaching towards north.Who are you friend?i asked. I am cloud. fly, fly o cloud fly to far country to bring peace, happiness, justice and equality. Fly o cloud fly to bring new light of hope l lost. I know your journey has no limit,but you know the secret of life as you visit here and there,o dear trustful Massenger fly far and far countries to meet with my friend l lost in course of my life to tell him to return to our native village.
©subirmitra
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