The Moon
High up in the sky
Smiles at me a light in bright
It is known as moon
Who visits me at every night
With his twinkling friends
It gives me light in night
And makes me happy
With a smile which
Cure our all ills.
He has several shapes
Sometime he disappears
To meet next day
Like a round ball
Which is white in colour
Aswathy B M
Std V, Trivandrum, Kerala
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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'With a smile which Cure our all ills' Very good. Seeing beauty in every thing around and finding solace - reflects the positive mindset of the poet