Once when all the doors of the sky were closed,
People gazed facing upwards for hours;
The sky has locked up, it was all black
A sheer kind of darkness;
Confused were the thoughts of humans as their poetic sky has turned black.
At first a bit concerned, then confused...
They made up theit huts open to that blackness and waited for the return of the sky.
No one were happy with the sky having a background that's black for all the days and nights;
They waited, some left hopes....