The Passing Way

The black clouds that moves along the sky Covers the moon light in night May be jealous a little for the show The attraction, good opinion, of moon light The black clouds resembling the bad mood In morning sessions of walk a little discomfort When fears of scorpion and snake is there The clouds makes the roadway more darker The black clouds expecting to move faster Someone making it dragged for long Asking to leave the space to uncover To make the way of light spread in earth. The moonlight brings a new hope of the day The terrible darkness of night fades away.