There are wrinkles in the sky,
Wrinkles that are hard
For God to iron out,
And, the sky is smooth no more.
Not everyone gets the same sky,
Some get a warped sky,
Some a sky too blue.
Some get a sky too high,
Some a sky too low.
Some say, there's been a sky quake,
Still, not too late for me to wake.
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Happy Navami
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