Moonlight

By Amla Srivastav

It would have been an entirely different story if the sky had been crystal clear with a deep sapphire blue hue, and bright stars adorned the sky as lustrous, liquid moonlight kissed the flowers of the lone plant.

But does the perfect beauty of the aforementioned statement require us to believe that the moment captured in time and presented before our eyes is not worth our appreciation? Does the story of the cloudy grey sky, with the moon struggling to radiate its milky gleam, sometimes failing, sometimes succeeding, and all the while gently grazing the flowers with it's soft yet brilliant moonbeam; deserve no credit at all?

Does the effort of at least trying, even when surrounded by dark times, not stand a chance against the sparkle and glamour of perfection?

By Amla Srivastav