The Endless Cerulean

By Lakshita Annamalai Vijayakumar

Bound to end,

Does make me tend.

You’re so full of joy,

Endless blue sky.

Housing me in,

Like no one has ever.

At noon you’re so white,

And at dawn not so bright.

Untold envy,

That I hold upon you.

For your shine make it vanish,

The envy that I bestow.

Varied choices,

I ask myself within.

But could I ever become you?

At some point in my life,

Aged 80 or 90,

will it be my greatest hope,

to be one with you.

By Lakshita Annamalai Vijayakumar