Dark-gray cloud masses
Obscuring the horizon
Mile after mile after mile,
Traversing forested hills,
Skirting inaccessible jungles,
Childishly aggressive,
Swift as wing they covered
The face of earth.
Some did handsprings
Stamped their feet,
Clambered up hills,
Roaring and screaming,
Lakhs and lakhs of them,
Energetic vanars…
January 2015, volume 39, No 1