The vivid moonlight amidst the vast expanse of black,
Mesmerizing with tranquil tunes,
Whispers its sanity below,
To dark and moisture laden sultry air,
Intruding upon the blissful silence.
The spiritual harmony in whitish tinge,
Scrapes away ghastly black petals of malice,
Glistening in quiet contentment,
Revealing non violent signs of complete triumph,
Sprinkling crystalline dew drops of everlasting love.
It invades upon the softness of the night,
Giving rise to springs of spontaneous affinity,
Dreary to a host of artificial emotions,
Blazing its entrance into the world,
With strong mists of belief in self as its lone saviour.