The Knocking Skies

Its a poem on the fresh mornings that we experience before an unknown day !

'The Knocking Skies'          
Ahead of an unknown day,
Seeking the fresh breath,
Of the mornings with lively smiles,
The bright morning with knocking skies.



Air is full of foggy waves,
Making the visible out focus,
With dizziness blocking the eyes,
The marvelous portrait of knocking skies.



It so finds the perfect chord,
Of hearts to amplify the beats,
Few adrenaline pushing the veins,
To blow blood on the beat of knocking skies.



Sachin          . R. Devmurari