Right on top of that hill purple
Where down the valley graze cattle
Floating they move, the misty clouds
Clad in pure white and selfless grey,
Parting the sky,
Fluttering sponge like cotton bustles…
Swiftly they move on a mission
As if, a mystery I wonder;
Wait, let the mind not wander blind;
Puzzle solved; put your pen down;
It starts drizzling…
The mission is over; they bring you rain…
26 08 08
Kesav Venkat Easwaran
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-mission-on/
