MOONLIT NIGHT (POEM)
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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