Blackened Tranquility Poem by RAJAT GHOSH

O Moon, don't show so beautifully
The woe of blackened tranquility;
Calm is the night, so is the city,
Destroyed purely, war brings pity.

A child, very young, cries alone in mirth
And feels the joy of living on this Earth,
His father has gone to defend the Nation
And mother sleeps in the most unusual fashion!

O Moon, show so seemly with semi-shining sparkle
How a moonlit night hovers over the deadly circle,
When the restless world is sleeping soundly
The Moon beams bespeak bomber's beauty.

O Moon, ask the Aurora to announce the arrival
Let the new Sun to note the mythic peace perpetual! L