fight

the sky had an uproar,
conflicts thundered, not clouds.
it was a fight of importance, betwixt the moon and the sun,
the tranquility of sky, all pierced.
neither the moon nor the sun bothered, they only seeked their distinction,
chasing a vote of distinction, they moved to the wind,
alas! they engaged in futile arrogation.
the wind placed its bias for the sun,
as it collected praises only when it blew to soak sweat.
enraged, the moon barged in the cluster of stars,
and ferrying a cluster of votes, the moon emerged the winner,
when a loud cry echoed and the sky looked down,
chaos had strewn all over
and Earth was a mess
with no day and no night, earth lost its distinction in the galaxy,
and monotony engulfed the 'blue planet'.
the remorseful sun shone bright,
and the penitent moon faded to return back.
they lost, they both lost for the win of good will.