The moon shines upon the grass,
bestowing the blessings of sky.
The night falls with the dark mass,
of the love and then stands by.
Neither much of a view to see,
nor only love has fallen from sky.
As the mist is glowing in glee,
of moonlight which has fallen to stand by.
Upon the clouds, glides the moon,
and the cotton beds do float in sky.
The moon wrapped in his silvery shoon,
permeates through the cloud to stand by.
From behind the clouds, stars do peep,
upon the woods, as if feeling shy.
The lakes and pond glow, within their deep,
and the fields, under moonlit to stand by.
Nothing to hear, and none has moved,
but from a bare branch an owlet’s cry.
caressed the air and it was proved,
the nocturnals with night, do stand by.
The dark has charmed the lonely night,
engraved with moon and stary sky.
Passion has shed down it’s shiny bright,
to fall on earth and to stand by.
The night then said, nothing will move,
nor seen nor spoken for heaven’s spy.
For, only I would utter about my love,
and all else in my way, would stand by.
Time has moved now easy and slow,
letting day to break, leaves shaken to dry.
The dew drops fall, and the sun do glow,
While night with it’s love is now standing by.
[[ READ TWICE TO UNDERSTAND, SOME DEEP MEANING ]]