Colour of my sky
If Life exists in alive,
Dreams die in it,
If alive has Confusion,
Sometimes clarity drives it,
Alive has only two ears
Hustle of Multiple opinions exists
Hunger to live all dreams
Then pressure of society kills
We see sky is blue
Filled with passion and dreams
But all eyes are not fortunate to see
Sometimes alive with eyes cannot see
But alive without eyes swims in it
Those who try to colour it
Pays expensive price for it
Some are like a fern
Some are that one hard cookie
Those who has provision to paint their sky
Remain broken as depreciated so fast
Those who paint with voice, to amplify their sky
Societies translate those blues, in bloody red sky
Some has sky where depth is buried
Some has sky where transparency shines
Some has sky of battled days
Some has sky of peaceful nights
Some alive has sky in grey
Some painted their sky with pray
Some has colourful painted sky
Some has colour changing sky
Some alive in dilemma how big is sky
Some ride pedestals, to have pink in sky
I am one of them, finding colour of my sky
