Patches of clouds,
Patches of clouds,
What do you want to shroud?

Is it the night or a jolly day?
Are you all sad or feeling gay?

By whom are you blessed?
By whom are you graced?

Always I see you in your native place,
Amongst the millions of warm sun rays.

Why have you come to such dreadful place?,
Where some matters had lost their glaze.

I think I know that guy,
Who has ordered you to adorn the dark sky.

His rays might have blessed you,
To dwell here without losing hue.

Why are you so sober?
Why did you obey his order?

Again I warn you,
Never believe anyone stranger to you.

Although he has supreme power,
Remember he is a notorious robber,
Who steals the shinning content,
Which is possessed by every object.

Like a selfish, he behaves,
Uses the purloined things to glow own rays .

Always he tries to show his might,
By blazing alone in the silent night.

Sometimes his kindness pours mercy,
Which let the stars to look glossy.

He had stepped out of line,
By robbing sands from globy lifeline.

I think he is a menace for Earth's fortune,
Then,why do people call him "The Moon"?