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Secrets And the Sky

 The sky is our past.

It holds the light 

Of millions of years ago.

The sky needs a few thousand years 

To tell us what actually happened;

So we have to show the sky our patience.

That means the sky will live longer; 

No, the sky will always live.

And the sky we will always love -

Its beautiful canvas 

That changes its shade constantly 

In the morning, lit by the blaze of the sun 

In the evening, streaked with beautiful 

Pink and orange 

In the night, the moon reflecting the sun 

And dotted by miniscule stars.

Sometimes punctuated by 

The much elegant but bubbly clouds 

But the speciality of the night sky 

Is that it exhibits ancient starlight.

It takes time to open up 

And sometimes, not all secrets are 

Meant to be shared. 

But all secrets will be revealed one day 

Even if a thousand years later.


Comments

  1. Simple and smart poem about the sky as usual with a message to be in patience to know what actually happened.I liked your observation about the nature.
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    Pushpa patti

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  2. Sky is a canvas. In paduka sahasaranamam by Shri. Vendantha Desikan starts with the same analogy. Good job. Devi G

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  3. Short and neat poem.Sky's Secrets are not known. May be as you said it will unfold it on one day. Let us wait and watch.
    Babu Thatha

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  4. Super and fantastic poem released by u is very excellent. You have done a great job. Keep it up my dear Shriyan. Anbudan viji Patti

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  5. Excellent Shriyandha. Yes ,we have to wait patiently for the clouds to reveal the secrets. God bless you dear.
    Love
    Pushkala paatii

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  6. Wonderful thought Shriyan. God bless you

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  7. The way these poems are just so thought provoking... Excellent!

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  8. This is an extremely profound and thought provoking piece.. and it is true that one day all secrets will be revealed, if not soon enough. Such an intelligent and very unique comparison.

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