When The Moon Peeks At Me

When the Moon Peeks at me

With her beauteous eyes

I feel enchanted with her blooms.

When the Moon smiles at me

With her silky soft lips

I feel charming with her expression.

I know her and she knows me

From the time Immemorial

Emotionally attached we both are.

When she peeps at my window

To talk with me as a bosom friend

I feel heavenly delights at her lap

Forgetting all my pains and sorrows.

When she tells the stories

Which I like to hear since my childhood

I feel cheery at her imagination

Dreaming all the bounty pleasures.