Pink Sky Poem by Tribhuvan Mendiratta

Pink sky
The light from a dead star
Why isn't the sky pink?
It is following the crowd
you need more than a pink sky
Be the one
who walks into a room
full of strangers and
the world slows down
while laughter and gaiety
surround you, the constant chatter
of dysfunctional consciousness,
you recognize every fear
and every failure in the lives
of these party goers,
you know who is hurting
and you know which ones cheat
and you know the good lovers
you can pick out the sinners by
the look in their eye
until the spotlight shines on you
your fears and frauds are revealed
and you look to the sky for
the pink but it never works
and why should it?
a fellow poet might tell you
look again and see me now
you have seen me in
grilled cheese sandwiches
and the pink morning of
the day after you didn't
touch the pink of your bare knee?

I should simply say: In the
name of God, stop a moment,
cease your work, look around you"