The Sky Beckons
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Khairul Ahsan
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The sky beckons at me, day and night
Sometimes overcast, sometimes bright.
In the morn, noon, at the eve or night,
The clouds and the colors greet my sight.
From the bed, balcony or behind the grill,
I cast my sight and enjoy the thrill
Of the beauty, that would remain until
I write a few lines mentally, not by a quill.
Love to look at the sky anytime, any season,
She amuses me without a rhyme or reason
The spectrum of colors reflects like that of a prism
On my pensive mind, that's captive in its own prison.
Dhaka
06 September 2019
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