A poem about the small boys and girls living on the banks of sea who develops a fantasy about it. The yellow sky makes them merry and joyful. Theses kids living under the yellow sky dreams of sun and water. At times they start enjoying this fantasy so much that there is no return to the real life!
His tattered clothes filled with gushing winds,
By all their means tried to halt his speed;
But the harder it tried,
swifter he ran under the yellow sky.
The soil beneath his feet took firmer shapes,
Out of their vaguely held face.
He seemed to be losing the sight of the people around him
As he leaps forward with pace.
Men and trees become like fast moving cars
And thus came a point,
When everything around him loses its identity;
But the marks beneath his feet.
Such was the joy!
That music enthralled his body and mind.
His heart pounded to the tone of muscle
And blood danced throughout his veins.
This little boy who lived on the banks of the Arabian Sea;
Loved nothing but the yellow sky.
The footmarks left on wet sand
Shall be the only thing greeting him back.
Everyday leaving everything else behind, he comes to sleep and dream in this vast stretch of sea
And imagine the reddish golden bed taking him to his eternal peace.
Yet the sun smiles upon him and bids him goodbye.
(This was his life daily life. The sun glows and makes the sky yellow, gives the sea a golden film for years yet it remains the same but the boy has become a man today.)
Today, everything looked the same to him but
His shattered clothes and scene
It flew away from his body;
While the scene dissolved far away.
The sun was brighter than ever,
Sea was shining like never before.
Gold was stuck all around the sea
While the man looked way more happy.
Puddles were missing today
for they knew it will be left alone under the dark sky
With none to walk beside them
Especially the man or the boy!!..
The Yellow Sky remained as it always. The kids still loved the yellow sky but no one knows about the boy who was a man today.