Moonlit Devotion Poem by Harsh Kumar

Tonight the moon hangs fragile in the dark,
spilling silver through the midnight blue,
while all the stars lose meaning in the sky
beneath the quiet charm I found in you.

The streets still glow beneath the evening rain,
the world moves on the way it always knew,
yet every passing moment steals from me
whenever hidden thoughts return to you.

Beyond the silence sleeping in the hills,
where ancient prayers have weathered every storm,
some old devotion whispers through the night,
keeping distant echoes faintly warm.

I laugh among the noise of crowded rooms,
pretend no ache could ever break me through,
but every joy grows weaker in my hands
because my restless heart still runs to you.

So when the moon drifts lonely after dusk
and shadows bloom like roses in my room,
don't wonder why my soul, through every night,
still speaks your name like some eternal bloom.