OUT OF THE BLUES

OUT OF THE BLUES

The clouded sky, lauded high,

Cried unabated, without a shy.

The thunder blow was never low,

as a little child, a little did I know.

Why was it mourning, why was it crying,

flooding the streets, deserting the skies.

Tears pouring down to the ground,

I looked from my window, just spellbound.

Bright Lightening in the middle of the sky

it seemed as if, demons (clouds)  were capturing the sky

Parents away, Grand Ma sleeping,

I never knew why the heavens were weeping (Raining)?

Lying unconscious, I fell prey to my sleep,

as I woke up, saw the blues sweep

The Giants have fled and the thunder is gone,

the clear blue sky has eventually won.

The heavens are safe, the birds are back,

life is normal, right back on the track

Given to my sleep, I missed the last round,

what skies did, when I slept around

Sitting in my little chair, all mum,

was just waiting for my parents to come.

SWARAJ PAUL SEHGAL of Ferozepur