The Flirtatious Cloud Poem by Md. Ziaul Haque

Blue as a peacock was the sky,
Changed its colour all on a sudden,
Like the devilish Iago,
White it was then due to the cloud!

The thick cloud looked flirtatious to me,
Like the voluptuous Cleopatra,
So magnetic the sky seemed to be,
The milieu turned into something like magic!

I could not get my eyes away from the cloudy sky,
Since I did not have the nerve to miss the rain!


- Unrhymed Poetenry: Poems of Ten Lines