Open Sky. Poem by RAVIKIRAN ARAKKAL

From here I can see
The art of the sky,
Shrouded by the aprtments,
But a hundred kilometers
I am on with the open sky,
Which has become a rarity,
Unlike in my childhood,
When I played always
Under the blue open sky,
With my boy fiends,
And neighbourhood gorls,
The open sky was
Always in different hues,
Of blue, pink, orange,
With white, black, blue clouds
Watching which I grew up,
The colours of the sky
Is rarely seen by me,
The delight and companion,
Of childhood which din't speak.

Ravikiran Arakkal