The Height

1 min readMay 1, 2020
Photo by Erda Estremera on Unsplash

Blue, blue, blue,
Billions blues,
In my eyes,
Standing up on,
The cotton sky.

Once a wish,
To touch,
Led traversing it,
I fly and fly,
Towards the moon.

I see emeralds,
marbles and marvels,
On the lithos,
What birds see,
I finally saw.

Up above high,
In the sky,
No chain,
No pain,
No train to catch.

In the eyes,
The billion blue,
Reflect the heart of,
The sea.

The blue above,
and the blue down,
Tell me,
Resident of a water drop.

The ascent is hard,
Pushing yourself,
Towards singularity,
The origin,
Of the drop.

But, push, push,
And push,
I will,
Alas, water will still,

The pain,
The pleasure,
The planes,
The plains,
All confined to a drop.

The drop of life,
A single wish,
To create life,
dreams and desolation,

I knew, I knew,
That water creates,
And it makes us,

Abhishek Verma is a researcher in the field of deep learning and artificial intelligence. He likes to write about the logical way of self-improvement. Spurred by emotions, he also likes to write poetry. Stay in touch by joining his newsletter. Follow him on Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, Pinterest and Mix.


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