Visions and Verses By Dr.Alok Kumar Ray

The Sky

They wanted to split up and dole out the sky among themselves
As per their sweet wills, the values which suit them the most,
The philosophies which they worship with open eyes
Albeit the rich and affable history of human race.

And consciously unaware of drenched eye lids of the sky,
Its immenseness that houses even the vacuum
They didn’t pay any heed to a clarion call coming from within
To respect the status quo that exemplified as glorious.

The wind was murmuring song of the war in full swing;
While tainted beliefs trying to get safe passage at any cost,
The whole ambience was infected by the virus of utter chaos,
And the news of falling sky had made sane minds dubious.

People were wearing with ease myriads of colourful glasses;
With them they were trying to anyhow typify the sky,
Giving it name of diverse types notwithstanding own silliness,
Ignoring it’s all pervasive and limitless, utmost expanse.

They were trying to paint its surface with hues of divide and rule,
Even someone was attempting to erase its azure colour in haste,
Although the sky was still savouring all types of prayers and hymns
Its neutrality has become a bone of contention surpassing all reasons.

Whether the sky was gloomy or transparent or cloudy,
All were in tight lips to answer for reasons mysterious and hazy.
Markets were flooding with even second-hand goggles.
The guts to assess judiciously was losing its potency in this mess.