About My Sky Poem by BASAB CHAUDHURI

My sky is bounded by my ability to see,
sight goes some distance and then it ceases....
for you it may be different,
man's perception, feelings are so different.
You and I are so different!

This morning is different from yesterday's,
will be different from tomorrow's.
There is no flower in my balcony today,
tomorrow there may be one,
and it may lift my mood up.

Every cup of tea is so similar yet so different,
no rational logic behind my liking or disliking,
my taste varies, alternates --
not my fault, it is just me.

The brightness of this summer day
makes me feel for those labourers,
they have to earn their wage,
how do they see the sky?
Perhaps they do not see at all.

My eyes can't see beyond....
Yet I feel - if I had the poet's eye!
My sky then would have extended beyond the blue,
it would have been me,
my life.