The sun is up in the sky -
It will be down at horizon's meet.
It will be down at horizon's meet.
From darkness the moon goes high -
It will thus, to the golden ball greet.
Unseen remains the moon in day
but in night is in silvery bloom.
It's beauty - no words can weigh
when behind grey clouds it's in gloom.
The moon, of the sun's greatness speak -
The sun showers a speck of its light.
The moon's joy is now at its peak
and showers gold with all its might.
Prasenjit©2022
No comments:
Post a Comment