The Silver Moon
Who borrows light
From the sun glorious.
Overfloods the banks of
sorrow
With Her soothing Light
Loving.
The tired world-takes
rest
And dreams a sweet dream
Of the rosy morning
inviting.
The stars twinkling
Dance around the honeyed
Moon
To collect energy of
honey
For the busy world ahead.
Night and day and night
and day
Let the flower of love
bloom
To waft fragrance sweet
all around.
Let the Moon, our
maternal uncle
Like Siva and Durga
universal
Shine for ever
On the sanctuary of our
devotion
To invite and fill up
The generation gap in
future
Through the cosmic
vibrations
Of our personal feelings
Never ending.
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