Sky- A Wild Blue Yonder

Sky  A Wild Blue Yonder short poem

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Standing alone above all ,
i live in the peace of universe ,
without any limit , without any wall,
i have survived through every situation good and worse .

With infinitesimal change in me,
i witnessed every change on earth,
with the same perception to see ,
i have seen its miseries and mirth .

The transformation of world is analysed by me,
i see myself in the still sea ,
i have seen the alteration in human behaviours ,
heard all the echoes of wars and calls of warriors.

But with the passage of time i remain quite,
not afraid of thunder and lightening sight ,
for a tired soul searching for peace of mind,
on seeing, in between me , he may find.

At night the glitters of stars on me
shines the whole mankind,
and may reminds them that
the end of sky is yet to find…….

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I am a student of calss 12 . Poems and thoughts are beautiful ways to express deep thoughts and feelings .Writing poems is my hobby.And I am personaly an introvert....who loves to think
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