India, July 22 -- I want to inhale the beauty of the sky. The winds were stopping me, as I was exiled. My thoughts were there, up in the golden view, And I was remembering each and every field of the blue. The line of thinking elated me. After examining what I saw, I realised I belong there to spread. Where there is no horizon, no limits, Just the ochre sky. And watching it, I just take a deep sigh. I stored that memory in my mind forever, Because it made me lose all that pressure. That's why I want to inhale The beauty of the sky, Wanting to know it better, As if it is mine....