Oh Moon, Shine Always!

She comes with all her charm and grace,

Children admire her with astonishment on their face,

She spreads her whiteness everywhere,

To be gazed at... she is too fair,

When she comes, it is for a few days,

they are only 3 or 4 for which she stays,

Still she gives a mind-blow,

To the poets with a heart at a low,

The time is enough to spellbound,

The emotional with his heart-down,

The spell continues even after she leaves!

Spell lulls when she isn't there at all,

The poet searches her near hills and trees tall,

He grooms gloomy and sad,

Then a sweet smile, she adds.

She turns back and walks,

Again to the gloomy poet she talks,

He turns jolly and gay to see her again!

Fuller, fairer, sweeter she grows again,

And drowns him in her wine of whiteness once again,

He cries in love and craze,

In that sweet melodious pain,

Oh! Moon why aren't you full always,

Come to me and be mine always.

Why don't you be there and shine always!