Somewhere under the blue sky,
Under the silvery white lines,
searching for the setting sun thats shining far away,
where her heart belongs.
Fingers crossed, hoping she can see that image that the clouds make,
In vain, they are all distorted.
raddled, sore in the sole and a heart tht shrank
A rainy day it was and so was yesterday.
Perplexing, she recalled, it was same the day before as well.
When will they regain their shapes? she wondered.
A desire to see a fernlike cloud,
an elephant thats holding an egg
Or is it stepping upon it? She smiled.
Her lips cracked, may be the eggs cracked too.
Making the elephant in her thoughts, fall
Making the clouds she is hoping to see, distort
