White clouds

In the sky, as preternatural birds ,
Lay soft white clouds, full of rain

Drops for rose plants by the lake
Lying in wait for someone ‘s car

Boot to pick up ,so as to co-exist
With clothes hung on balconies.

The white clouds are wet clothes
Hung by the sky gods for drying.

Meantime , the white clouds will
Be temporary cat’s eyes peering

Down in our camera’s pure view
To lie in wait as permanent eyes.


About nisheedhi

Retired banker with poetry and photography as chief interests
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