Could I break in to your emptiness,
When you are simply gazing,
Lost to the moving stillness
Of just some clouds passing by?
When I asked you to ease my pain,
You smiled, bid me sit with you,
And asked me just one question,
“How come the sky is so blue?”
Under a clear, blue, cloudless sky,
I tasted the treasure of your empty bag,
And forgot something I had brought,
Upon that threshold, of your open door.
Visual response by Artisashwini
Ashwini Pawar Kaarthikeyan
Kaarthikeyan Kirubhakaran
Hema
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