I wrote this as a tribute to our stay in the mountains-we will forever miss the purity of nature and magnificent rains
On a rainy day
Floated a cloud and he nestled in the window of my humble home
It had travelled a long way
Hoping to find an old friend and a warm welcome
He said he lived on the footsteps of giagiantic Himalayan mountain
Not so long ago, he knew a romantic man and his nature loving woman
They loved his outburst as rainwater
And also its childlike pranks with gay abandon
They would wait for him the whole year long  
Only to welcome him with open arms
 at the end of a scorching summer 
and merciless heat without a song
 
 
More than the man, the children and the woman 
played in his downpour
And responded to his roar with great fervour
When it stopped raining
They would listen to the pitter patter melody of the rain drops
And in the quiet of the night
Listen to the flowing stream winding its way 
Just a few steps across
 
Oh just how they loved each other's  company
He remebered with cherish and smile
They had lived  happily together
And bathed in bliss divine, pure and sublime
 
And then on a day when sky was  laden heavy 
He wanted to dance right at their doorsteps 
With the same eagerness and mischief made easy 
By years of friendship and warm caress 
 
He was in tears to see none of them there
The yard wore a look of desolation and emptiness 
He looked with desperation everywhere
Only to realize the futility and vanity of a harsh reality in wildernes
 
He cried and cried the whole night
Never had he poured his heart with such sorrow
It flooded the yard, the stream and the town
And only then he realized, they had left him for their better tomorrow
 
Floating over the hills listlessly over the years
Raining every season without joy or fun but just tears
Going through the motions of performing Nature's duty
He still longed for the bygone days and the loving company
 
Wary of leading a life without happiness or purpose
Searching for some kind and loving souls
He  decided to move to land unknown
And floated listlessly crossing many unknown shores
 
Bathed in golden rays of a rising sun
Through my window, he was looking for long lost friends, 
His  journey long ago had begun
And now almost ending in obvious sorrow and tiredness 
 
Seeing me, with hair grey and  silver 
He paused for a second said its you I am sure
And seeing her with her glasses and signs of age but all grace 
He recognized her 
His joy knew no bounds for his search was not in vain and there would be no more distress 
 
He was  back to his own self, majestic and tall 
Looking for the children to play the pranks
But then suddenly realizing 
They too would have flown to seek their horizons 
And now on would be a lonely existence 
 
He dwelled for a while
But did not stay long 
For he had met his friends 
But the solitary journey must go on
 
At a distance I saw him floating away
Listlessly, aimlessly, 
I too was sad but got over as there was no other way
And, a few days later
 I heard of a cloud burst 
The town had been swept away                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem