Cosmopolitan

The clouds are cosmopolitan

Which are spread all over the welkin

Without even heeding the contentious frontiers

They float, fly and flee

Appear and disappear in no time

When they are benign, they are artists

Who draw the perfect ephemeral art in the firmament

When they are hostile, they are ferocious

And lash out the dance of torrents

They are the travellers

Who observe every culture and take part in them often

They are transient yet sluggish time and again