As I walk this land anew,
I gaze again, at the skies,
For a sign, a clue
To quell away these lies.
Clouds, move on
No stops,No stalls,
A stagnant cloud, gives much rain,
Showering all its pain,
“You can choose to create memories that you’d cherish
Create wounds that stay until you perish”
Said the clouds, as they moved on.
Photographer – Aarthi Shankaran.