Fullmoon

M Minakshi Devi
The Full Moon, flawlessly orb, stupendous and shimmering,
Low on the capital's filthy horizon,
Faint and white as a dainty pearl,
Wrapped in the softest clothing as thou an undyed silken linen.

It is meek it is mild, flooding the city with light high and low,
With bumps and scars,with so much blemish.
Yet, loved by millions, it is achingly beautiful,
Erasing the boundaries, invading the dark.

It happens once in every cycle.
Its fullness does the moon Beguile,
Reminding us of forgotten dreams
And tonight, after witnessing my ecstatic love for the lunar body,
The serene glare of stars,compose an endearing symphony in the sky.

No matter the lunar phase, it's always a whole.
It grows brighter by days, I feel it in my rhythm.
Lighting up the nightscape, it’s a beacon of hope.
It blends into the dark clouds to be back again
As more a luminous, more flawlessly orb.
Whatsoever faintly it glimmers.
Yet,  always in its proper sphere,
It will ever be the Mister of the bright Night.