Still

By Ariba Fatima

The sky has turned blue,

But there is still no clue.

If we are alive,

Or if the sun will ever rise,

When the clouds will cover the shine.

The sky gives me happiness,

Even when its empty.

Because when one star dims,

The other shines plenty.

Now, its all dark,

The swings have stopped moving in the park. No stray dog is left to bark.

Maybe its just me,

Left alone to stare at the stars.

By Ariba Fatima