To moonshine that has no earthly rival.
Her rays she preciously gives away
Over leaf and twig she has her sway
I find it lonesome without her streak
Her art and appeal are none but meek
Her phases constantly belie her shape
She rules the night sky, no one can ape
Her beauty's true, never lacks lustre
Her brilliance to face, yonder we muster
Don't have to see her to feel her light
Her pleasantness in nature through the night
She conquers all with her sublime quiet
Never can boast of capturing her light
Only one I'm sure without a rival
Spares not her sheen on arrival
The stars twinkle in sheer amazement
So pale their light in committment
By aryaindia
Author's comments:
'Sheer brilliance of moonlit nights and their glory, soothe the mind beautifully.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem