Grandpa sun has bid good night, the day long blaze no more,
I take my cue as the sky erupts, ‘tis time to take the floor.
Lo the celestial bodies arise, like gems they beam and blink,
behold the heavens have come aglow, now no more as dark as ink.
My Mom below looks up and smiles, to see me plump and round,
A month we have to bide away, to gain this joy profound.
The wolves they howl, the hoot of the owl, the boughs they wave with glee,
blessed I am how my world around, is tied up with moonbeams to me!
– Narendra Nayak © 2018
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