MOONLIT NIGHT (POEM)

 


Often we are told in stories,

The beauty of a moonlit night,

The Silver queen was on her throne,

Perhaps brighter than the Sun she shone,

The Sky was full of Stars, 

Majestic without blur,

The Dark powers were omitted,

As the pure glory white Silhouetted!

Every Stony Grass had a white line,

From the pure light of Moonshine ,

The Scene washed out all blemishes

The pain of blackness,

Stress of days, 

Went on singing the lark,

Hidden behind the beauty of Dark.


The Beauty Queen was happy with Royalty,

As she smashed away all mortality

Even the grass drank

 the pure milk of paradise ,

The Stony love of grass 

bathed in milky light,

That night every object was  personified,

Sans human cries,

 only the beauty stood -

Showering God's Manhood.

The blessings of that calmness,

Sans any clumsy trace

Traveling the world

Failed to fetch that serenity,

The beauty of moonlit grass

Living without any lad or lass.

The nature became as if animated

With all its glory Created.




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