The sky decided to fall down,
Was loathed to stay suspended;
Without solid support, holding
Weight of stars, sun and moon.

It was in search of good place
To descend, stay and take rest.
It found in me such good site
And descended without a wait.

Since that day I have been
Under its cover and canopy;
I am shining under sun, moon;
Stars are twinkling in eyes.

The titles of my poems shine
With rays of the burning sun,
And the moon always delights
My poems with its cool light.

My poetry is now all pleasure
Stars are its twinkling words.
As long as sky is my shelter
My poetry is a nest of birds.