Clouds

In the languid vastness of a rain feverish evening sky, contented clouds good-humouredly dance to the tunes of ruthless evening winds, which callously toss them around; unaware of any labels of class or colour that are rampant just a few miles beneath them; untouched by any business propaganda to establish ‘supremacy’ of a particular class or colour; against the breeze; against the wind; against the abrupt sighs of the sky; against the stillness that don the world right before a rain; against the daunting expanse of mighty rain-charged clouds; against the shadow of gloomy darkness that engulf anything and everything that appears in its way; against the loneliness that is palpably scattered in the sky.

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