The Moon's Musing

The moon peeped in ,

Through the window last night ,

Pondering , musing and mulling ,

Over the sight.

It saw an young lass ,

With straight brown hair ,

And pristine black eyes ,

Gazing up above ,

Aimlessly into the sky .

Curiosity built up in his head ,

And wanting things to be a bit more clear ,

The moon wanted to know the reason ,

Behind the dried up trails of tears .

What could  ever scathe ,

Her lovable unadulterated heart ,

The loss of a dear one,

Or an obscure deceit ,

A long lost love ,

Or a frustrating defeat .

Brooding over his thoughts ,

And getting entangled in his mind ,

He wondered ,

Can ever the Devine be so unkind ?

If not anything , then let me just say ,

The cool breeze to blow by ,

Letting her nous go astray .

Pleased with his never ending efforts ,

She resolved not to let them go futile ,

And not to drop down tears or cry .

The moon and the lass ,

Agnised that day,

It’s no use to dwell within the confines of the psyche ,

Rather , brush off the agony ,

Ignoring the unnecessary hype .