IT IS THE STORY OF A DEEP BLUE,BLUE SKY AND THE GOLDEN,BRIGHT SUN. but,the beginning-----alas!is not clear or distinguished-so not so memorable. both of them remain in theame sphere for a long time. there was a bond-which was created by the canturies--by theTIME. the sky knocked the sun. the sun replied. the sky wanted the golden hue from the sun. the sun gave. the sky becomes more more blue. but knocked again and again- to get blue more. the sun gave ,even more than the blue expected. another knock. 'why do u want?why do u want?' 'why do u give?' 'i can not live without u- u r the waves- where i can float comfortably.' 'i can not dream without u, i can not enlightened me without u. i can not love others without u. i can not live without the rays which u rain upon my soul., please,drench me with poetic rays.' 'be my muse,my blue sky,' the sky agreed. smiling she opened all of her invisible treasures-kept in the silver cascade! the sun was satisfied enough to calculate his dissatisfaction. the sky was dreaming then. dreamily she asked for a verse. she knocked the door again. she got a dry leave,smelt Marujiana,- a tired,cold,broken ,distorted poet.