Moon Talks Back

She talks to the moon,

And moon talks back,

She closes her eyes soon,

As she can't see the pain,

Sound of piano, in air,

Some wet rain smell, some snail,

A cup of coffee,

That's her play,

In her darkest hour,

She lay on the grass,

Thinking about all the time that has past,

One memory comes out at last,

Another decade later,

Still those memories gives her shrill,

She did same old drill,

She talked to the moon,

And had a great night still,

She slept on the grass,

Opposite to room made up of glass,

She saw her reflection,

It was past time collection,

She turned around for a while,

But never could take out of her mind.