An Empty Sky

Looking vacantly at the empty sky. Asking hundreds of questions and why Not cursing fate and feeling shy Yet so much eagerness and helplessness to try Sky has nothing much to offer Many hollow ideas and to differ Vast empty horizon as over stretched empire Only blue color to be taken into account and admire It is like entire life spread over number of years Sometimes shadowed by pain and fears Sometimes moon’s cool light to enjoy Morning cool breeze to stay for little joy You will have to feel it up with colors Some to be colorless like white color Pain and sacrifice with orange And dry green leaves for age Over all it depends how you steer the course Either you make it worthwhile or filled with remorse Try to come out of it successfully And make it look so nice and beautifully So look at it differently and give the shape Never feel dejected and fall in the trap Life is what you make out of it Turn it with the wind and feel comfortably and fit