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THE OPEN SKY : RHYME 71

There's the open sky over my head,
The celestial home with endless spread;
When I look deep into the yon,
I get drenched in a fascination. 

There's the open sky beautiful and bold,
All heavenly charms, it firm does hold,
That I long for its soft touches
And to hold it in my embrace. 

There's the open sky deep and wide,
On flights of wind I wish to ride
Through white clouds and flocks of birds,
Into serene blue's cosy innards.

There's the open sky cool and calm,
As I stare at, it sprinkles a balm
Over my body, mind and soul,
Permeating through the triadic whole.

There's the open sky kind and gracious,
It spreads its love pure and pious;
Sucks in all mundane rows and roars,
And blessings and bliss on earth pours.

There's the open sky lavish and grand,
Rich in marvels this celestial land;
With starry blossoms, lunar blooms,
Iridescence of its sunny plume.

There's the open sky days and nights,
With world's all Empyrean delights;
Permeates a subtle force all through,
Where life feels to be purely true.

There's the open sky stately ever,
Eternally where beauties appear;
Wish I to get dissolved into it
For endless peace and immortality. 

- N P SAMAL 




Comments

  1. In the last line,in the place of immortality,a new vocabulary called immutability can be used.
    Otherwise an outstanding rhyme❤️🙏

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  2. Beautiful lines sir 🙏🙏👍👍

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