The Moonlit Night

The very morning –
When the night is over.
And a poem was written –
With curves of lines,
Slanted, without shapes.

A moonlit night –
When the clouds,
Played with the moon,
Making shapes around.
Round and oval,
A bed of white cushion.

Also played the wind-
Crazy and stupid.
Cool it was –
In the feeling of warmth
When silent night embraced.

And a poem was being written –
With curves of lines,
Slanted, without shapes.

Over the rose petals
Formed the dew drops.
Unable to bear more.
Falling on grass.

A beautiful night –
It was.

And a poem was written –
With curves of lines,
Slanted, without shapes –
Of careless creases –
Written on the silk linen.