The Moon was graced with a boon,
From the celestial powers mighty high,
To put an end to the deadly gloom,
With a shimmering star in the sky.
The Moon loved his brilliant gift,
The shiny, shimmering North Pole star,
Gazing with his lovable drift,
For his charming sister so far.
When the toughest times caught my mind,
And my wings were bound in strife,
You became a powerful wind,
Lifting me to soar beyond the rife.
The lift you gave me guided me,
To the unmatched path of fairy dreams.
Light up my life like a radiant beam,
And feeling the wind like a breeze.
Like the Sun and Moon, Two good souls,
Together, we light up the mighty sky.
Balancing the days and the nights
Together, we gleam as the Almighty.
Goutham Krishna RS
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