Lone Soul

         It's nighttime, there is so much chaos, no peace,no quiet. Different sounds all at once without rhythm. The clouds are dark, no stars to beautify it, not even the moon to adorn it. How can one so beautiful be so bleak and plain in the next minute? The ears try to filter the chaos sound by sound, there's a baby crying so strongly, where is it's mother? There's confusion amongst the male folks, how and why no one knows. Mothers screaming at the top of their lungs calling to their children, though they are hardly heard, children from toddlers to teenagers playing different games and adding to the chaotic noise. 
      Just a lone soul still wondering where the stars are, why the moon seems to be hidden from view. Everyone is so busy doing this and that, looking for this and that, trying to get here and there, trying to purchase what and what not, So in their business, the lone soul becomes invisible just like the stars & the moon but no one notices, they still can't see that the clouds are dark and dull, they can't see that the stars are missing tonight nor is the moon in view to light their path.
      The lone soul looks around and tries to seek answers but no one to listen, no one to be there to explain the sudden absence of nature's essence. All around there are hustles and bustles, no one is moving slowly or steady, everything and everyone is going at a fast and hurried pace, the lone soul is lost and confused, left out without a comprehension of the happenings around. 
       The lone soul tries to scream out but no sound can be heard, tries to gesticulate but it seems the muscles are not responding, only the lone soul knows the calamity of a night like this. Only the lone soul feels the pain of beauty's absence. Only the lone soul knows that this night is a different one and wishes for beauty's glorious return.