(P.C - Souradeep Chakraborty)
I Wish , I could capture the sky
I wish I could show it to you,
through the horizons of my eyes.
The way it changes its colour
Every minute for days and nights.
The pattern of cloud it shows
Over a period of time.
Like a beautiful piece of art
Which only few can decipher.
Some dark , some light
Some with too much anger
Flowing through the bolt of thunder.
Creating the scene of a plight.
Hails or snow, small drips or bigger droplets
Comes to mother earth as puppets.
The view of the sky
Is very delightful to every eye.
Whether you just count the stars
Or looking towards the moon for another scar.
Where the black clouds cover all of them so far,
Or giving you goosebumps in the dark.
Where the brighter clouds
Not beholding any water, nor
Providing any shade from the
Burning heat of our very star,
But they do shine bright and bold
Under the soothing moon or the scorching sol.
In this sky of pride and glory
We all create and present story of our own.