While all eyes are focused

Down on earth  with myriad adventures,

I start my journey high up in the sky,

Where clouds of all forms and shapes

Are moving fast to attend the show.

 

Up there in the sky, the palaces

Are made of candy clouds.

They float like ice on water

For neither gold nor silver

Draws them down.

 

The toys of children are clouds,

Girls are elegantly dressed in clouds,

The balls are clouds, so are the dolls.

Men move like clouds, changing size

according to their desires.

 

There is fusion everywhere

With no division or confusion.

There is a harmony beautiful

Among man, nature and animal.

No one is superior or inferior.

Environment is protected like a baby,

Women respected like ladies

And the scent of love spreads around.

 

There is so much play in the clouds

For men and women have children’s hearts.

There is laughter, there is mirth,

There is giving, sharing and rejoicing.

Life, like the clouds floats

In the heights of ecstasy,

So simple, so sensual,

With implacable sweetness.

 

And when I have to pull the plug,

Leave the sweet notes

And come back to the deafening notes,

I hold the clouds in both my arms and cry.

 

pramila khadun