It is an irony that i open up all the curtains to let the light of the Moon, or supermoon i'd say....flood into my room....while when the source of its light comes up i try to draw them such that not a ray can reach me...when i used to burn in the sunlight i wanted to ask my my Maker.... why me...? but now that in this quiet night im up till 4 in the morning fascinated by the moon that bathes mother earth in a silver hue...i thank Him...
there it stares at the earth...
seemingly lonely,trapped in the pain of the past,...
amidst stars which are of a different birth...
i would if i could..stay up and stare back at it all night...
but before the dawning of the day..u shall fade away...
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