Sky Or The Canvas?
Sky or the canvas?
"Why the sky refuses,
to lose its colour,
get bleached,
and portray what our hearts feel?
Isn't this a betrayal,
on her part,
to refuse us the luxury,
to display our hearts to the world,
and drown itself in our misery?
Why it has to be so unbothered,
uncaring,
and bring new mornings each day,
making us stand out in the happy looking world?"
"How many hearts must she have?
Before she can feel ya cry?
And how many deaths must she die,
to show your blood on the sky?
Sometimes, your hearts want to laugh till they cry,
Sometimes, your hearts want to lay down and die.
One sky is common for countless of hearts,
Ain't she no illusion, no imagination of arts,
that she will look a mysterious mess of paints,
And like a lovely mother, hear each of yours complaints!"
-Vanshika
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