The Sky is Mumbling
written by: Bitupan Das
the sky is mumbling
like some madman
though not clear
I can decode some
hey clouds
you know
I am blue
why do you always hide me
why do you always paint my body with colour black
dark black
I always hold
the naughty twinkling stars
who really make me realise the worth of my existence
I always hold them in my chest with pride
but you can’t see
you just smile and cry with the sun
the rising sun
and
in the night
you write poems
about the stars
the moon
how beautiful it is
do you know
it has dark spots
upon her soft body
like me
***
you clouds paint me colour black
to make me feel blue again
I think you’re black
because
I need to feel blue
Hi, I'm Bitupan Das, born and brought up in a small city Jorhat, India. Mechanical Engineer by profession, Art lover by heart. And sometimes, I like to do everything. I write poems, stories, play cricket, entrepreneur, introvert. Above all I just like do thinking and thinking. So, deep thinker and dreamer. And I want to change the world with my ideas.
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