Nothing did I get,
Nothing did I get,
By staring all over the night,
At this dead white ball bright.

This ball had some scares on its face,
As someone had scratched it without any mercy and grace.

Neither did it cry nor it laughed,
But all that it's shyness revealed that it had gone mad.

Silently it made the dimmed Earth with gay,
By snatching the colours of night by means of shinning ray.

These rays are made up of some glittering matter,
That makes it look like a sun in a burning hot summer.

As I was sitting alone under this open sky,
I think this ball was looking at me in a watchful eye.

It chilled my body and made me shiver,
As winter had blessed it's rays with her frozen power.

It's glowing face makes me mad,
As it appears me not like a ball but a heavenly diamond.