Anila Bukhari
“Oh, Moon, so fair and bright,
In the darkest hour, you bring us light.
Lucky and kind, you shine above,
A beacon of hope, spreading love.
I often wonder, as a human being,
Why we’re not like you, so caring and freeing.
You light up the world, for all to see,
Regardless of who they may be.
When I lay in my front yard, gazing high,
You kiss my tears, as they softly cry.
You’re there with me, in my moments of pain,
As I pour my heart out, like drops of rain.
Why do we hurt, when we could heal?
Why do we break, when we could seal?
The moon, so kind, never loses its grace,
While we humans stumble, in this earthly race.
Let’s learn from the moon, its gentle ways,
And strive to be kind, throughout our days.
For one day, we’ll leave this world behind,
But the moon will continue to shine, so kind.
So let’s be like the moon, spreading light,
In a world that often feels dark and tight.
With love and compassion, let’s make our stand,
And illuminate the world, hand in hand.
Anila Bukhari