The sky

The sky

 

I want to squeeze the sky.

So tight.

Hard to the point of pain.

Deep to tears.

When I shake someone's hand,

I want my sky to give.

Everyone wants the sky, no one wants a hand!

Hands go to the sky!

A piece is torn off with your hands!

My hands are heavy.

They are empty.

I am waiting!

Give me your hand.

Not to waste the sky!

Reviews

[Arundass TP]

Interesting poem. Beautiful lines. Good work 👍