The sky.

The sky.

The gods and goddesses were living in the sky.
It was my fascination in my childhood days
when my quaries were endless.

If I could climb up the coconut tree.
I could touch the sky.
Then my childish dream would spread wings to fly.

When the sky was overcasted
and flasing of frequent silver linings were like swords.
I was fascinated to think fighting  of gods and evils.

Now I am fighting with realities.
Finding the childhood sky in the faces,
in those innocents,playing at the end of the days.