The Indifferent Sky

With splendour sky etches a copper orange on the elm trees
No sooner leaving a blanched almond trail over galaxy
The exquisite diamond of hers flickers in its ash grey rim
Hark hark hark its periwinkle blue bracelet clatters jauntily
Even while snipping evening,  Sky squeezes last drops of  alloy crimson
In the valley of ghosts still the fuchsia sky is juvenile and scintillating
Unyielding, adamant and ruthless she my mother never mirrors my melancholy
The radiant sky perhaps like the people of earth is a narcissist
She only lives to be noticed

@ Paras Ali/ 2015