The frabjous sky,
Which I observed with my naked eye.
Behaves so shy,
After some time tells a lie.
And shows its clever cry
Expresses over the crops which were once so dry.
Beauty which emerges from the dew drops,
Which fits itself over the surface of the dry crops.
After that , when it stops,
Started whispering from the narrow tops.
Like that of an afraid who robs
Every outer covering out the huts and the tinned shops.
With the entry of the sun,
News when reached the hazy day taking lots of fun.
The way I saw, the way fog taking a slow run,
The clouds welcomed the sun saying, "Sir, it's done."
"All the mist droplets killed with our gun."
Well done dear ! and thanks a ton.
I enjoyed that view,
After long time, glimpse of moon symbolises the sun that less time is left
and minutes are few,
And today I am new.
Hope the next morning, will see you.
