The Next Moon

Whoever be the person to answer, 

It will be worse to ask,

Whether I am a good artist or not, 

You will be beaten and many inhuman tasks, 

But yesterday I tried to draw her face, 

Again it was not the one what I thought of making,

She was such a beautiful vase, 

That I tried to hang her picture beside the moon mistaking, 

And today I met a great man of quite good experience, 

He was hassled of an unbelievable thought, 

A radiance like moon was a hub of audience, 

Everyone was admiring the second moon a lot, 

In the night I realised that her picture was that next moon, 

Think how ravishing would be she if her dead image is creating doom.