What Do You Do In the Skies?

What do you do in the skies?

Ashamed, guilty or cunning

To meet eyes.

How’s it possible to cheat,

When you’re the master?

O, though you promised a ride

To a shrine, I know, you remember

You asked my preference

And a silly martyr said she would die

Never knew a fellow so cunning

You cheated me, old, clever fool.

You killed not me but my life.

Sitting above you think you’re safe

I shall meet you soon.

You create without creative plans,

I had mine, you killed them.

I’ll make you insecure, dear creator,

After all, you’re an evasive coward

Afraid to meet human eyes.

ANUSHA.U.R.

15 yrs