These days, night sky is my new best mate
I share my sadness and happiness with it
It listens me and then soothes me with fresh air
But occasionally hearing my sad story it showers tears
Then I also offer my hand and cry along with it
And when the night sky hears I have felt betrayal
It rumbles with thunderstorm but I can’t do that at all
Because I know the whole truth and that on my part there have been some errors
So to protest out loud would not be fair.

Similarly, sometimes to cheer me up, night sky let me wish
By presenting with falling or broken stars
Then, I don’t ask for bungalows and cars
But the impossible- every night be a full moon bright.