Sitting alone in the room
i saw the lonely moon,
Fighting with all its might
against the starry goons.
I saw the argument going out of tune
with clouds increasing the plight(difficulty) of moon,
Challenging its existence like a pro
and mocking the nicety of it’s glow.
The moon was silent
quiet, and full of woe,
Waiting for the morning
to remove the scars from top to toe.
And, trust me !
I saw the morning wiping away
not the scars,but the moon
just like yesterday,
And, With all hopes shattered & faint
i took the embrace of dreams, again.