Let Us Come To Measure Sky

Let us come to measure sky, It's length, breadth height, weight, width, area everything, everything to be measured. Sitting on the back of cloud, flying to end point of sky, And thus, to uplift our stature and head. If, measuring tape will not support We will measure with our hand And go up to moon Moon, that comes to our lap With every call of our mom. We will play there, revolving round and round, on the dusty & wavy ground. Then again, we have to measure the hidden sound of lullaby that mother used to sing, The eternal love that grow within us with soft tender wing, hidden under hill. At the evening, we’ll return back jumping from that high, Let us come to measure sky, Let us come to measure sky. We will suppose to measure The distance of land of stars With the support of a rope Stretching from heart of moon And fixing with the soul of sun. We have to measure The intensity of glow of each star Where our grand parents breathing their pleasant life, and blessing us to stay peace. And at last, We have to step ahead to visualize the Sun measuring intensity of its ray, Temperature in June And temperature in May. Everything we have to weigh. We know, Our mind is enlightened with whose light, Our heart is so strong with whose heat, Our soul is like ocean, grown from which point, He is our father, light of our day, Let us come to measure sky, Let us come to measure sky. =============================