How gentle I am, just like a cloud, 

You can’t touch me, even though you think you can. 

Soft as I drift with the cool wind, 

Capable of changing with every wind. 

 

Forgetting my origins, allowing the wind to lead me,

Never hesitating, I lose myself 

I just go along with the flow. 

Oh cloud, you’re never too solid to hold 

Why so gentle, so hard to grasp, 

Never too harsh to fight for yourself. 

 

All the patience she carries sometimes grows heavy, 

With too much pressure, she bursts. 

She had been keeping it inside for so long, 

Not following the wind, 

Not allowing herself to be diverted, 

Suddenly she stays still, 

Even as the winds blow, 

Even the thunder can’t move her. 

 

Then that same soft white fairy becomes heavy, 

With deep dark beauty, 

Crying and pouring herself out. 

The world feels the sorrowful beauty she holds, 

While some adored her on her bright, blissful days. 

 

She embraced both forms of beauty within herself.  

Some noticed the sharp edges in her, 

Others appreciated  how she let her emotions go  

Some criticized her for being too gentle,  

While some just loved her softness and kindness. 

 

Supriya Paudel  

BBM VI Semester  

United College