The Sky Told me

When you look at me, 
Don’t you look at the clouds, 
Nor at the brilliance of the Sun reflected in their dreamy edges. 
Don’t you let your eyes ever get trapped by the beauty of the stars, 
Yes, by their utter beauty. 
Nor at the sweet shapes they weave between them. 
However big, great, captivating And beautiful they are, 
They all are smaller, lesser. 
When Andromeda tells you She is one and a half lakh light years in girth 
That she is two million light years away, 
Tell her those are small numbers, Trivial to be precise. 
When Milky Way stretches her wings and present you that wondrous spectacle 
Of numbers beauty and expanse, 
Tell her she is just another kid who has come to play in my courtyard, 
That she will grow and go one day and that I will still stay. 
Look, look at the spaces between. 
The lustrous Azure in the morning. 
The indifferent Grey of a Moonlit night. 
Where you can really see me. 
I am the Sky. 
The depth of the Universe, 
The size of the background 
That holds all the beauty therein. 
An inkling into the sheer size of the unfathomable. 
The way to the borders of the borderless. 
And the clearest lesson How small you are. 
Yes, Read the lines and also read between the lines sometimes. 
And, look, look, how far can you see.