but not on a clear hot noon-day sun?
How clouds across the moon pass by
like flocks of sheep merrily on the run!
The sun from afar did the moon bless -
glorifying the moon in its fruitfulness.
Isn't it just a pristine heavenly bliss,
how the moon is hugged with radiant kiss?
Something amazes just never to cease -
how silent in sleep are those busy bees!
The owl hoots and seldom it cries -
searching for food it glides and flies.
The night-life is a time of eerie silence -
when the caterpillars crawl over the fence.
The wind on the high is maybe grieving
as the clouds drift apart while unweaving.
Insects crawl out from the deep holes -
the embodiment of life, those tiny souls.
Patches on the moon covered by cloud -
like a shy damsel veiled in her shroud.
Peace, like rain on the earth thus fall -
bestowed on the creatures, one and all.
Prasenjit©2023
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