Sky And The City Poem by Ishan Chaitanya

(Written long before most of my other poems posted on Poemhunter)

1. The Question

I look at the city
And it's full of thrill
But without any peace.
I look at the sky
And though it looks so empty
It never changes
And so never gives me the pain
Which the city is so expert in.
Even more so, I'm happier
When I look at the sky.
I am a citizen now, not a cloud or a bird,
But still I see mostly misery
On the faces of other citizens.
Could it be that I'd been cheated?
Could it be that the city is not
My actual origin and dwelling place?

2. The Answer

My love lies far above the skies
And it matters not if the city dies.
My happiness is not the city of choice
For in unchanging realms of bliss I rejoice.