Reflecting light of the sun,
With your showering gun!
Being filtered and transformed,
What a job you performed!
I wonder on filtrates,
I salute to your dates,
When you are in your teens,
Your writ like the deans!
How neat and clean!
Like a girl of sixteen.
You made me lit,
How pleasant is it!
How romantic is now night!
It’s magic of moon light!
Where devils have gone?
Where evils have gone?
Oh! Moon your sacrifice,
How kind and nice!
How you manage this magic?
Making heart so static,
And the thoughts that in,
Are free from the sin!
In her eyes my face,
With glace and grace,
Its image was so nice,
I saw twice or thrice.
Then I asked sweet heart,
I wonder on your art,
It has made me what,
That at all I am not.
How it happened so quick!
In the twinkling of your eyes,
From a ditch I arose,
And touched the skies!
She smiled and replied
It’s love that makes,
It removes the dirt,
And flaws and fakes.
I keep all of that,
And reflect your charms,
Because I love,
To remain into arms!
Oh! Moon, I now know,
You are in love,
Would have kissed you dear,
Could fly like a dove!