FLOATING MOON

Last night the moon looked at her face
In the sky's smoke-laced mirror and sobbed
To find blotches of hate pasted on her soft skin
Arousing her to pouts of helpless scream;
Before gliding to my terrace like a floating dream
To wipe marks of tears from my chin with a white gown
And then with a blanket of milky love the world to drown
And in this act of love jasmines joined with their aroma
Putting balm on each hurt, wound , fright and trauma
When all of a sudden nymphs from trees showered kisses
Moon's face became bright as jasmine and the world,full of blisses.