Weeping Cloud Poem by Tulsi Shrestha

Weeping Cloud
The Sun always prefer to play
Hide and seek game with white clouds.
Since I am ugly and angry Black cloud.
No one added any value to me.
The world forgets me as a source of
Water, rainfall and rainbow of life.
Attachments of it with external beauty
Neglected features of my utility.
My soul cries due to humiliation
Why do people forget so quickly
I am cause of their existence.
You can't expect green forest, food and
Ever flowing river without my presence.
Tears of my pain will not transform
Into tears of joy and glory
Until you all realize my role for your prosperity.

Composed by Tulsi Shrestha
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