Last night, when the clouds of gloom
made its home in my mind
I saw the moon
hiding behind the fluffy clouds.
Were they having a light banter?
Or sharing the secrets unknown to the humans?
Or simply playing hide and seek?
I could never guess!
But the moon behind the clouds
spread a glow that smeared
the dark night in a beautiful glow,
fragments of which descended on my mind
brightening every nook and corner
with its warmth and shine.
Perhaps, the moon was showing a downtrodden cloud
how lovely it appeared,
how admiringly it was looked upon.
Disposing of my weariness may have been, after all,
just an aftereffect of lifting the spirits of the cloud.
Being moon must have multitudes of nobleness!
© Vinitha Dileep