There is no more ground

by Mahima Rupakula

There is no more ground

Ever sturdy and living

And there is no more soil

Though it feels so real

Never forget to try, Mahima,

Never forget to go fly

There is a big cloud-

Where you can spread your wings

There, I hear a voice;

In its tone

Is caring, something you’ve never heard here:

Ridhima, my sister,

Away from the rain I now escaped, come!

A replacement poem based on "There is another sky”

by Emily Dickinson

There is another sky,
Ever serene and fair,
And there is another sunshine,
Though it be darkness there;
Never mind faded forests, Austin,
Never mind silent fields -
Here is a little forest,
Whose leaf is ever green;
Here is a brighter garden,
Where not a frost has been;
In its unfading flowers
I hear the bright bee hum:
Prithee, my brother,
Into my garden come!