Rohan Roy

(03-07-1992 / Kolkata)

The Red Sky


The sky is red as blood
It seems the sky has died
Stars are not seen anywhere
The bright moon has hide

The same way my love had faded
When it did not turn out to be true
It was not expected
It all happened out of the blue

The next morning the sun was seen
Everything seemed so bright
My heart has gone searching
For the one who is right

When I found the one for me
My heart chased after her love
But realized it was not the same from her
Afraid to ask, fearing she may go away far

Later that night
I went out all in vain
The sight amazed me
The sky was red again...

Submitted: Thursday, December 15, 2011
Edited: Monday, January 02, 2012

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