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 dewdrops,
Which fits itself over the surface of the dry crops.
After that, when it stops,
Starts whispering from the narrow tops.
Like that of an afraid who robs
Every outer covering of 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 was 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 a 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.