Essence
Moon Shine
Love songs are there on the lips of stars.
Wish you many happy return of nights.
Flame of passion is bright in shine.
How the stars can compete, with so little love?
Every other day you come with brightness more.
Congratulations on your walks with nights quite.
With mist of love every petal seems moistened.
Thirsty eyes remain, in wait, closed.
Even beauty of flowers aggravate with your shine.
Paint silvery gets sprayed on everyone.
Fragrances play in game of oneness.
Dreamy pocket, if full, can only be called richness.
Picture of moon hangs on wall of heart always new.
Hesitatingly, it shares sweet-serious words with a few.
Shyness covered half face becomes still more fatalistic.
Lovers wait and wait for sight romantic turning holistic.
Stars of sky empty their vaults of praises to last penny.
They have to contend by sweetness of dripping honey.
Lotus beg for grace, with half closed eyes, to fully open.
Till all the pinkish petals radiate sweetness of moon .
Wish you many happy return of nights.
Flame of passion is bright in shine.
How the stars can compete, with so little love?
Every other day you come with brightness more.
Congratulations on your walks with nights quite.
With mist of love every petal seems moistened.
Thirsty eyes remain, in wait, closed.
Even beauty of flowers aggravate with your shine.
Paint silvery gets sprayed on everyone.
Fragrances play in game of oneness.
Dreamy pocket, if full, can only be called richness.
Picture of moon hangs on wall of heart always new.
Hesitatingly, it shares sweet-serious words with a few.
Shyness covered half face becomes still more fatalistic.
Lovers wait and wait for sight romantic turning holistic.
Stars of sky empty their vaults of praises to last penny.
They have to contend by sweetness of dripping honey.
Lotus beg for grace, with half closed eyes, to fully open.
Till all the pinkish petals radiate sweetness of moon .
