My Dear Moon Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

I love the moon when it
Comes out with a bright shine
With its beauty and charm
I feel as if inebriated drinking wine

I love the moon when it
Peeps from behind fleecy cloud
It is the face of my lover
I see in it and feel like to shout aloud

I love the moon when it
Plays hide and seek with trees
As I stand at the window
I watch its beam flow with the breeze

I love the moon when it
Glows atop the hill as a crown
Enchanted by its pure glow
In its innocent love I slowly get drown