All they knew
Sky would never be green
Knew they all
Yet at the night so deep and dark
Someone cried loud you see
A miraculous stream of light
Crossing our field and household
Erased out every possibility of emerging
Its sky towering head
Again and again longing any dawn
All they knew sky would never be vanished
Yet questions arose if we are nowhere
Who will measure the color and strength
Frequency and wavelength of temporariness
In fact blue or green not any catastrophe
Ultimate yet beyond our waking trance!
Pranab k c
09/06/2021
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