The Floral Moonlight

By Debarati Dutta

A young man wondered by his window,  

In amazement, he saw the moonlit field, 

But awestruck with a floral bliss, 

In midst of the dark meadow, an elegant tall beauty stood upright, 

The night-blooming flower had spread not just its fragrance but also its pleasure to the eyes  of the beholder: the lunar love above. 

The starry night pointed up to the silvery satellite, the scars, the craters, or the unbounded  reverence flowed below, 

It smiled with tenderness to the little happy flower, 

In eagerness down to mother earth where the flower waved in anticipation of a windy night. The young man with a heart full of delight, 

spectator to the proclivity so far away yet so close - when souls met and enigma left behind!!

By Debarati Dutta