In English, we say, "The sky is beautiful."
But in poetry, we ask-
Have you ever listened to the untold stories hidden beneath the sky's covers?
Have you wondered which heartbreak made it cry for so long?
Have you tried to unravel the threads of emotion lying beneath the horizon?
"The sky is beautiful." But is that enough to say?
Have you ever tried to hear the trembling voices yearning to be heard?
The stories for which the sky shatters?
Is it truly just a sky, or is there a soul behind those clouds?
Have you ever thought about why the sky sometimes cries for so long,
as if it holds the weight of unspoken truths?
