Our griefs and tears,
Are none other than ours!
It doesn't reduce any pain!
It's whip cracks into our broken hearts!
And hurts our depressed brain!
Oh!why did you create such a crying being?
That could only shed a few drops that grieved!
That couldn't even moisten the soil it stood!
For sorrows no one believed!
If a cloud had life,that it could live!
It's grief and tears had so much to give!
It's dense dark sorrows would have brought,
A soothing shade when summers were hot!
And the lightning flash sparked from pains!
Would give the signal of the joyous rains.
And as it cried, so many creatures would rejoice!
As I plead to you,to give me the choice,
Not to be born as a human but as a cloud!
If you want to see me cry!
I would cry much more! much more loud!
Louder than useless sobs of human beings!
Louder than screams of any living thing!
They look up to you with eager eyes!
They'd see a happy cloud, wishing it'd cry.
Precious cloudy tears please come back!
Give us back the life we lack!
The water of life you had once taken away!
In your shortlived life of such great glory!
You have a useful life with precious dismays,
That can weave a rare happy story!


© Avik Datta Gupta