The Naughty Clouds

Clouds! You are very naughty! ! Not only because, You excite the living matter, To enjoy the pleasure of love, To force her to see her beloved, With an inviting smile, And twist her body, By raising the hands, And exposing her beauty, And to force the beloved, To forget everything, And to stay at home, To stay in the soft round arms, To keep the head rested on the soft bosom, The most attractive place in the world, Since infancy to youth! But also due to your naughty dance, On the blue sky, Forcing children to come in streets, Forcing youth to go to a beach, Forcing old men and women, To go to a park, And sit there in a shed, Watching porn of flowers, There striped showers, Listening to the songs, Of colorful birds, And children running in the mud, Falling down sometimes, And the naughty mother earth, Pasting mud of love, On the colorful dresses, And the old couple, Kissing each other behind, A tree with a stem so wide and thick, That can hide themselves, From the naughty children! Everyone is naughty in the rains, But you, the clouds are naughtiest in the rains, You reshape yourselves, And I see Allah is written on skies, The ignorant becomes proud of his belief. But you reshape once again, And I see Krishna is written on skies, Another ignorant becomes proud of his belief, You reshape once again, And I see God is written on skies, Some other ignorant becomes proud of his belief. How naughty you are my dear clouds! I love you, I wish I could kiss you! Anyway I am kissing the droplets, These droplets make me a youth, Once again, yes, once again!