And All I See

Life, where I grew up Had quite often a rainy day Life there thrives in a riverine canvas And people are amicable and friendly. I may say. Life, where I grew up Had the turns of a long, long story Some are puzzling, some understood Often the story had a lot to say about past of glory. Life, where I grew up A sky was wearing a golden saree, then With rosebuds, white flowers in a braided hair. Words of life were too easy to say. Life, where I grew up Thrived in a meaningful and reserved way, in serene All are not a poet, but some are though People mingled in nature, and nature touched heaven. Perhaps, isolation is a term getting familiar, now Feelings of loneliness, together in a journey, for many Recognition of this is not easy to cope up though And I was looking for a sky, a helpless, lonely soul in me And all I see is a beautiful, meticulous, ever-generous sky!