The sky of childhood
The sky of childhood.. came alive...
And truly brightened the soul's drive...
I stared wordless into the black raven's Heights....
Amid the stillness and no lights....
The Heaven's shawl betook my pains
And settled comfort to the prays....
Just for an instant.... Yet it blessed
My sight and mind....
The constellations mesmerised with their might...
They were twinkling, shining weaves....
Erasing fears, tears, griefs....
Just for a twinkling of an eye....
I was spiritually alive...
Amidst the curfew and the war...
