As I lie down under the sky witnessing comradeship with Nature,

I see, the night sky is dramatic.

There is a whole drama happening on the sky.

Clouds are running after one another, by and by,

Some mammoth, some small, but the race goes on,

Moon is peeping through the gaps between those runnings,

The stars also get a chance to see the earthlings.

Winds interfere with the moving clouds,

Disjointing them and connecting them,

Altering their cotton shapes into one form or another,

The scene appears so enthralling and absorbing,

That my eyes never desire to break the spell,

I want the drama to get into my eyes as well,

And make them dramatic as the night sky.