Limited Sky Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

hidden outside the boughs
only in the swirling blankness
the sky lives for a second

lifted by the rim of horizon
streams running criss-crossed
usurping the cerulean blue
in its incessant gulps
the sky survives just for a while

often supported by
fuming volcanoes spraying
hot ashes the sky changes
its texture and falls down into
the unapproachable ravines

into dark recesses
it creeps through crab holes
trapped by walls painted with
graffiti it lives on and on