A Ratteling Rhyme

Is it just me,or you too standing on a moor,in middle of a noon Looking at sky,with head held up high in search of a miracle,with a need of a boon Desperate to know what you see with a hope ,one day in place of sun there will be a moon Is that a cloudy sky is what you see not knowing when they will pass you,later or soon Do you too try to form permutations about what is past those clouds uncertainty driving you nuts and you fear , out of you ,you will let out a goon If it is not just me and it is you too then don't worry about your mess,together we have more than one brooms Written at 16th August 2018