The full-moon about to depart

the sky waits for the moon to light

the earth desire's  to seek pleasure

rather deprived of the divine sight.

 

The clouds overlaing the corners

getting better of both

beings awake for a miracle

covering soul with single peice of cloth.

 

Miracle has to happen

with dawn inching closer to arrive

else would be wortless

if the sun takes a dive.

 

Clouds trying to get even more darker

to distant them soon

stressing their blood out

to get a dawn with no moon.

 

The sky,

The moonlight

share an unmatchable affinity

but have to be separated by the sun

Is never always possible that the always jointly run.

by shashank pandey