The Fragile Cloud(Sayed Aman Anwari) The boy lited a Cigarette, The foggy clouds
Were dancing over the sky.
He came up to set in his balcony
Listening to the noise of cars passing the street.
The noise of boys playing football.

The much he smoked
The much he became relived
The smoking was whealing operation.

Recently he wanted to become Alber Camo
And then turned to be Nobakov
Those who contously were smoking.

But the Fragile Cloud bothering him
Whenever he had to sleep, that Fragile Cloud was turning into rain
And making aware of a sweet sleep.

The Fragile cloud always pointing over his balcony, never going anywhere
That Fragile Cloud was depressed too
Depressed and crazy
More crazier than the boy.
Though the Fragile Cloud never slept, never smoked never cried and never smiled.

The boy was a middle East migrant.
The boy was a reading addict.
The boy was a bookworm.

Recently he tried to read the Macbeth
And the Fragile Cloud was listening.
Listening as the boy who was a storyteller
And the Fragile Cloud a listener...

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