A Song To Moon. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

You my dear ever smiles to me
I am a poor one wearing shabby dresses
You smiles and continues to do so
When night comes you looks on me
Surely I am fond of you to see you
Though I knew you are beyond my reaches
Your palace is having such a vast space
Where your palace is well ornamented
You can't take me in heights as your lover
My mind is always with you my dear one
What happened today for your face
A large black shade is that makes the look
Your prettiness have gone somewhere
Still, I am for you and I love you
My dear moon, the great one, beautiful one.