With a faith in the blue sky

May 29th, 1997 admin Posted in Poetry |

On a day there is no sunshine
and the gray canopy cries,
mother earth relishes the moment,
with a faith in the blue sky.
It knows the gray is not for long,
there’s a pleasant azure waiting yonder,
enjoys this darkness,
relishes the damp,
with a faith in the blue sky.

The mountaineer enchanted by the acme,
sets off up the perilous acclivity,
with a dream in his heart,
a vision in his eyes
and a faith in the blue sky.
As he ascends the weather wields its wrath,
thick mist steals his eyes of their goal.
He is surprised, yes, but not shaken though,
and he doesn’t retrace his path.
He either waits or continues to climb,
with a faith in the blue sky.

The nomad tired and thirsty,
sees an oasis, no…, life, at a distance.
His legs almost dead are suddenly alive,
for they are no longer alone.
they have a faith in the blue sky.
With every hard step, on the burning sand,
the oasis retreats by another step, and
though the nomad knows its but a mirage,
he doesn’t stop imagining,
for he has to allure his legs to carry him,
and he knows to walk is to live,
to stop is to die,
and so he walks on,
with a faith in the blue sky.

(Anil Krishna
29th May, 1997)