The Passing Way Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

The black clouds that moves along the sky
Covers the moon light in night
May be jealous a little for the show
The attraction, good opinion, of moon light
The black clouds resembling the bad mood
In morning sessions of walk a little discomfort
When fears of scorpion and snake is there
The clouds makes the roadway more darker
The black clouds expecting to move faster
Someone making it dragged for long
Asking to leave the space to uncover
To make the way of light spread in earth.
The moonlight brings a new hope of the day
The terrible darkness of night fades away.