The Night

Every night it gets dark,

Not a single bird in the sky,

Nor a shining star in the sky,

But yet the sky is not dull.

It is full of glamour,

And a bright glow ahead

It is because of the moon,

And glowing buildings.

Look, the stars are coming out,

One by one from behind the black-grey cloud

It looks like they were hidden,

Back of the big black cloud.