The Moon

The moon sung a silent song to invite the breeze,

The breeze came soon with an intention to tease;

The serene moon waited like the snow white,

The breeze whispered to the cloud about her plight;

The moon shone brighter and prettier than ever,

Longing yearning and waiting for the love shower;

The dark, black, wet cloud noted it so well,

It showered its love with a romantic rainy spell;

The naughty lightening flashed a radiant smile,

Exposing the Moon’s blushed face for a while;

Embarrassed the moon shyly slid behind the cloud,

The cloud wrapped the moon with his wet, warm shroud;

Trees showered flowers and sky whispered to the sea,

The moon engulfed in the cloud behind the tall tree;

The moon and the cloud were one that night,

Twinkling stars winked delighted with that sight.

Copyright 2017 Chitkala Mulye (Chitkala Aditosh)

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34 thoughts on “The Moon”

  1. What a wonderful poem. I do not have the words to describe the delight it gives. Very sweet and romantic too. Lovely. Thank you for sharing it with us. We are so fortunate to have such people like you among us to entertain with such talent. Blessings πŸ™‚ ❀

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