Moon

One Monday night in the dead of winter

My eyes opened to a melancholic whimper

Rushing towards the window, I searched for the moon

Sitting in the lachrymal hour, it was laving my pain

Yet it gleamed with serenity in the midnight brume

Its pain asundered my heart like water drops in rain

I witnessed my heart pieces flowing to moon's halo  

Arrived next aurora, everyone stood astound

For yesterday's waning crescent now grew into a full mellow

Upon their questioning, teary-eyed I answered

"It readily burnt itself to hell and drank my misery

In return, I gave it my heart to keep it full till eternity"