Sky
I was only ten when I first fell in love
surprisingly with the vast blue sky,
the sky was very near to me then
almost within the reach of my tiny hands
as if I could easily touch it or smell its fragrance.
Its changing colour used to take me in a world
where I built palaces of childhood dreams
those childhood dreams had the wings of Pegasus,
and I used to talk to the sky for hours,
my mother smilingly called me sky-crazy
and my father predicted about my bleak future,
my friends used to pull my leg.
Now after so many years
I have proved my father's prediction wrong
and some of my friends are jealous about me,
but I don't have the time now
to look at or talk to the sky,
only occasionally I can see it now
through my back view mirror~
gradually distancing itself from me.
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Copyright © Kash Poet | Year Posted 2012
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