The Night Sky

By Vatsal Khare

I sit under the night sky,

Seeing the stars twinkling by.

I raise my head towards the sky,

There is the moon whispering by.

I thought to fly high,

Suddenly dark clouds cover the sky.

A brief thunder blossom in the air,

I found myself in a fear.

Clouds voice, I can hear.

A drop fell from my eye,

I feel to cry.

Suddenly a cold wind pass by.

A drop that fell from the sky,

And made me cry.

When I open my eye.

I saw the dark sky,

With the moon hidey and shy.

Another drop fell from the sky

And I thought heaven cried,

That night I lied.

Not the heaven,

Not the sky.

It was me who cried,

When my mother died.

By Vatsal Khare