Poem by Monika Ajay Kaul
Divine Dance in the Sky..!!
The wisps of clouds,
supple and versatile;
dressed like a quicksilver
dance in a divine charm
Moulding and sculpting,
casting shadows subdued,
that cover everything in its
intrinsic hues.
Thereafter,
melting and deluging down;
the slivers of pearls
crisp and moist.
Before long, another
combo of clouds arrive;
sombre and resolute
dancing shakily with the roused wind.
Slowly and relentlessly,
both shroud the moon.
Leaving everything, live and ersatz;
in grim and gloom.
Behind the grey veil
the moon appears a shimmery silver,
as if it’s a stunning muse
compelling artists for a peer.
