I know what you are
I know what you are going to say
I know rest is okay minus this sky
This sky is mine only mine.
First offer your obeisances
To all here and all are
part and parcel of the sky
The sky is mine only mine.
By the grace I have reached here
In the midst of the sky
And the sky is asking me nothing
And I am writing nothing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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