Fade Pink Skies
The last kite in the distance Floats up in fade pink skies Stays flying up after the sunset When rest have loosen ties I stare up into the midway In gap of me and sky Flying and roaming are many When all I seek is Thy I breath in trembling breeze From my standby tired scar Settled in trailing whispers I look up to play my guitar The time is fading faster As the sun has left too soon The night is ready to enter As i am ready to let in the moon. © Mohammad Shahnawaz 2015