The sky so beautiful
That sparkling blue
It is truly divine
A painting by who knows who?
The proud sky
Wore her exquisite necklace
Never had there been such joy
On her adorable face!
What made that artist
Create such a gleaming sapphire?
On seeing it, why does the heart
Burn as if it is on fire?
And why were the stars
Blinking at her eyes?
Why so calm and happy
Does her blending blue-and-white face lie?
Her motherly face
Looked soothingly bright
But then why did it, in the blink of an eye,
Turn dark at night?
And why does she laugh?
Her merriment, her mirth
And why does she turn young from old
And yet never whisper, “My time’s come, let go!”
An ardent believer in that a good poem isn’t one that comes from, but through you, Pravin enjoys writing short but meaningful poetry. Write to him at pravinkumar2788@gmail.com to know more about him.