If I Were a Cloud…

As I sit on my desk thinking aloud

Lost in my solitude, though in a crowd

I wonder, I ponder on some thing deep

What would I do, if I were a cloud?

Will I gray the mighty sun?

Or chase those kids who on tenterhooks run?

I take a sigh and my lips just smile

Envisioning the boundless eternal fun

Will I wet the shriveled land?

Or make love to a soul cold and bland?

For my touch can blow life in the dead

Be it one or be them a grand

Akhtar exclaims…

I was a cloud and I am one today

With a heart that does at times fray

No matter how trivial my existence may be

Yet the soul refutes the thought to go astray