Hour – 18

Under the river of stars
Beneath the harvest moon,
When the silver flowers sparkling
In the garden of nights,
Enjoying the ride of life,
One day comes a typhoon,
Comes and tells you
As a beautiful buddy
the agony is over now
Takes you under the other river
Filled up with bright roses
But you realized
You would never get a moon there
And all your
sorrow reappeared here.

 

 

Aditi Dixit