A SKY THAT HAS HUMAN BEAUTY
Every day is a new way of looking at the sky.
At times it is white to my eyes.
At times the true colour blue makes its way through.
But nothing is permanent even in the colour of the sky.
I told myself what a pity.
You don’t have colours of your own.
But I give way for other colours to be shown.
For this answer they threw stones at the sky.
But it did not hurt the sky, it hurt them rather.
The sky felt pity for the people who hurt themselves.
It poured rain so that shrubs came on the earth.
The sky instructed them to apply those medicinal herbs on their wounds.
Immediately the wounds disappeared
The sky smiled at them and said
Take rest, you are God’s chosen future.
The people felt sad and walked away without giving a reason.
For the revenge they had taken.
Watching all this I said to myself how compassionate the sky is to me even though I had mocked it one for all. Which triggered the people so small.
I admire you dear sky for what you are words can’t measure your worth or your power.
In the eyes of the people you are too small.
They can never understand your worth until they see that you also have a human heart.
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