How much do you think the sky hears in a day
With nowhere else to go but the infinity within itself
How much do you think it stands patiently witnessing
And how do you think it yet reflects only the good?
From prayers for someone else to murders
From dancing in the rain to tears invoked by thunderstorms
From resolves to conquer the world to suicides
Celebrations of rare births to lasting mourning.
How do you think the sky still stands beautifully blue
Making space beneath and consuming endless sights
Joining dots and connecting invisible lines
Keeping secrets and witnessing prayers come to life
Reflecting its own vastness against man’s pettier strife
And yet staying kind enough to let him go by his life
Standing still as he reaches out and threatens to consume
Knowing in silence that nothing shall ever be as high.
Does the sky smile in sunshine and cry in storms
Lashing out on the endless dynamics of human and animal lives
How much do you think it takes into regard each day
How many incredible stories do you think the sky might say!