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