I OFTEN LOOK UP TO THE SKYA Poem by Bhumika Raoi leave it to your interpretations...
I often look up to the sky
gazing till where my eyes reach a sea of tranquility speckled with myriad colors of earth "Oh! how wondrous it'd be" craves the foolish heart of mine mustn't it know i ain't got wings to soar so high? It's a free world, i assume contrails of smoke uniting with clouds so mighty li'l specks of black gliding across an expanse of serenity It's a happy world, i assume evening hues dancing along the bright, blue skyline as the pleasant beam of dusk marries the placid sunshine "wish the sky were home.." ponders aloud the poor heart of mine mustn't it know home can't be built on blocks of lies? Yet, i often look up to the sky through the shattered glass of my dusty, blood stained window
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StatsAuthorBhumika RaoMumbai, Maharashtra, IndiaAbouta crazy, exalted, ambitious and wanderlust striken teenager who isn't the usual selfie freak!! i believe in living and learning each day, exploring the unexplored and appreciating beauty around me...... more..Writing
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