The sky is blue,

No one finds any clue,

It is full of many stars,

But none dares to do wars

In morning there is sun,

In winter it is fun,

At night there is moon,

Which is a great boon

It is sometimes cloudy,

And becomes windy and rainy,

Again when the sun shines,

Everything becomes fine

Sometimes appears the rainbow,

On seeing it, children’ face glow

I wish my country to reach the heights of sky

For this every Indian must try.

Why doesn’t a man open the door

When he sees one closed?

Why does he like to stay in isolation

When the whole world is open to him?

Why doesn’t he laugh or cry for others?

Why doesn’t he appreciate

The beautiful gift of life that God has given?

Why? Why? I ask you my friends,

Why aren’t you what you could be?

Why are your flowers polluted?

Why are your stems so weak?

Why are your roots withdrawn

When they could have spread all the way?

Why don’t you open the doors of nature

And appreciate what God has gifted to us?

This feature was published on September 18, 2004