Among the dreamy clouds I saw,
The shadow of my heart's desire.
My little girl ran from cloud to cloud,
Oh the heart burns! the passionate fire.
In that sad and melancholic mood,
The soft breeze caressed my face.
Those salty drops began to pour,
Down my eyes now they did race.
Daughter of mine where ever you be,
Your thoughts still wonder in this wounded mind.
My little child in the sky, this world you should see,
I've ever searched for you and knew not where to find.
Come back to me and I shall embrace,
My arms are spread real wide.
O' My little dead budding flower,
Come or else, atleast take me to your side!!
Anand S
