Nomad Of The Night Poem by shameem SAM

When the moon began its
Downward journey to the horizon,
I saw moon smirking to me through the window.
The moon never seemed to shine So bright before.
I realized it was not a smirk
But the disdain towards me.
Now it began to sweat whole my body
And I searched for the wind.
I had told her not to go out of my chamber.
The window, whom I appointed to
Spy on the wind, where she was going,
Was conspiring with her against me.
I knew she was with the moon,
who looked so bright today, flirting with him.
The rain, whom I was expecting was with clouds.
Letting out a whoosh of grief
I migrated from my coat to other
Seeking the wind……