Sky wants to Visit Earth

The blue canvas is alive,

In search of a wife,

To complete his life,

Or to take a jibe,

A jibe at the destiny,

That spills the electron,

The electricity is drawn,

Leaving the rest to sanity,

 He looks from the top,

The world of desires,

Hidden umpteen fires,

Thinks of taking a stop,

But suddenly the circle,

Converts to an octagon,

As inert as the halogen,

The humanity turns purple,

The green army missing,

Nobody actually cares,

Nobody here dares,

Monotony ruling & kissing,

Oh! The back stabbing and pain,

He gets withdrawn instantly,

From the faces,weird and ugly,

And finally catches the local train,

Well the local isn’t so vocal,

He observes the creatures,

From such height those miniatures,

Doesn’t seem to be focal,

Oh! He spots them hiding,

Behind a green paper,

But environment tapers,

They weren’t law abiding,

And he crosses the barriers,

Touch the essence of elation,

Human calls it education,

Still confused, moving as carriers,

He looks around for freshness,

History doesn’t seem to amuse,

As the economy fails to deduce,

Confusion remains to harness,

What a world, he thought,

Everything yet empty,

Miniatures went to kempty,

Carrying a slot,

He calls his friends,

And they started crying,

Oh! Humanity started dying,

Incessant rain joins the trends,

Finally, he stitches confusion,

Pondering about his birth,

He remain above the earth,

Trusting his intuition.