Clear Sky

Where is that clear sky,
I used to watch as a small fry
Where have gone, those days
When I used to chase, sunny rays
My heart is crying out
Searching for a clear clout
By the blurring tip of a muzzle
Ain’t able to solve this puzzle
Where is my burning desire
Why I am not, on the fire
What made me so sullen suddenly
Things started scaring me stubbornly
Haunting me up and down
Daunting me, making me moan
Where have I lost my moments of joy
Sweetest dreams and fantasy’s toy
Losing my peace and solace smile
In pursuing my dreams all the while
Somewhere, lost my right tunes
In chasing those blasé boons
I wish to dream one more time
Without caring for any more dime
If only I get to that mystic reply
How to reach that clear sky
I used to watch as a small fry