How beautiful the sky is..
How beautiful the sky is..
When I was on the cradle
I had seen in my naive eyes the scintillating blue patches of sky
When I was on my grandmother's lap
I was relishing the serenity of the sky and the chirping of birds
Time flew and conferred me maturity, responsibility and money
The blue sky might have been annoyed with me
Though I have deliberately spent so many years being entrusted with responsibilities
I have not given an intent look to it
But today I have no work, I have no assignment, I have no target
I am just looking at the sky to assess its beauty, to realize its silence, to feel its depth, to learn tolerance
When I viewed for the first time it seemed me as a canvas
As I had no acquaintance with the sky for years
But my recollection said it's that blue sky which was making me quite when I was weeping for my mother
It is that blue sky where my mother was showing me the glittering moon
It is that blue sky where I was seeing myriads of birds sitting near my study table
And unknowingly I said how beautiful the sky is !