The Sky Is Falling

A free-verse poem

Photo by Kristopher Roller on Unsplash

Chicken Little said,
“Haven’t you heard?
The sky is falling!”
And I thought about all the things
I’d do with the phenomenon
I would-
Envelope me with
the sky’s azure blanket,
Collect stardust like blessings
and sprinkle on my crown,
Squeeze the honey-gold potion
of the sun and pour some of it
into my anxious soul,
Smear my forehead with the
sterling ambrosia of the moon,
so that I could sleep well at night,
And capture the twinkling
of the stars and calm my senses.
If the sky fell, I’d heal
and help others heal.

©Kavya Janani. U

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