The Sky

This Sky looks so nice
Each time when I happen to see it, it makes me little bit wise,
As I can't explain it as how
But I do feel that my brain has grown a bit now;

It's just an intuition
Like the Shy offering me some sort of tuition,
Some may think that I am simply blabbering 
But actually I am mentally being on the pursuit of laboring;

As how we inhale oxygen from nature
I do intake some wisdom from that blue horizon, as to become so mature,
This may seem as a foolhardy thing
But with wonderful verses I do so melodiously sing -

On seeing that blue Sky
Which is being with the towering heights, so high
As my song enchant others while they do hear
And they do simply consider me as their beloved dear !
 

She is born here for my sake
So, whatever wrong she does - so seriously I don't take,
Simply I would consider it as fake
So, never I do fussy situation make;

It may be so disgusting and not at all tolerable
By it, even though I am being so miserable,
I don't mind it
In her, no faults I do find to fit;

For she is like an infant
As to me she is ever so different,
Though mischievous, being without any bad intention
I think that she may be doing such things as to draw my attention;

I never punish her with any sort of deteniton
But only look at her with sheer affection,
Away from me she can't fly with wings
As whatever she does, it never at all stings.