Thick dark clouds whisper to the moon to retire
Their cosmic dust makes spot on star’s attire
Sky sobs in combed smoke desperately
Chivalrous clouds travel unlimitedly
Their convergence creates celestial roofing
It’s so dark environmentally and stuffing
The patches lay scattered around the horizon
Their naughtiness percolates no intermission
I observe this panoramic view and feel a thrill
My imagination here dominates more than my vision and gets chill
Uma Natarajan