but she took a month,
and
stars had to face
a too dark night,
milky way was bright,
there was no moon light,
a starry night,
pilgrims of the Milky Way,
the toys of clay,
find an opportunity
to travel very high,
up above in the blue sky,
Behold! giving only a glimpse of beauty,
crescent is back on duty,
come on all you guys!
have a look at the skies,
then like a night bird fly,
it’s your mission that’s why,
May take a fortnight
to strip moon light,
but rights are never stopped,
Lol! the darkness is dropped!
(Acknowledgement—This poem has favor of a nice poetess, Shirley Maccleans, my lovely friend, who edited it and put her beauty in it)