In the sky the sun rises and sets.
Where else can go to rise and set?
The moon always to be seen in sky,
Is there another home to live-by?
Poor stars with its countlessness
Have own heads buried in sky-nest.

And how shrewd a House owner is sky!
Allows sun run show only in the day.
Commands moon show when day is away.
Asks stars dim if moon in full play.

It collects rent from the living-in
In form of beauty, glory, shape, shine,
Vastness, greatness and endlessness,
Belonging to the residents helpless.

If a sky can play such dirty politics
Not a bigger crime human race commits.