Full Moon Poem by Prasad Sing

The celebration of nature is here again.
The evil is here, with it's good sides today.
I don't want light, I want darkness and may be low light.
Because I could see your dark sides in the day light.
But the moonlight night, makes your darkness a silver secret.
Very funny huh it is! the whole word sleeping, but we gossiping.

I am not a culprit, I show my marks to all, from before as the moon does.
May be for this, tired leaves stays open sometimes, to feel my pain.
Your heartily love is full of lust but your soul is the purest.
Your soul gets burnt on the day, so come in the low moon light.
We could not see ourselves completely but our heartbeats could be felt.
Here dark side makes me your another soul and no difference.

When there is no moon in the darky days, I collect stars.
That I could see your darken face just for a while.
You are the witch, who comes galloping to my bed silently.
The lust of your love, makes my skin transparent, you gets feared.
I just need your love, linked to your soul not to your cruel mind.
Or in a darky day, keeping it secret to the moon, I will kill you.

The moon would be happy, because you were not transparent.
It is proved in the moonlight night that, love has no colors.
In the autumn, full Moon is the best with the silver strands.
I am feeling slept on the pillows of the moon's sky.
Sorry moon! I can't more, my eyes are dropping bloods.
Now I would not disturb you in the romance, between you and the star.