Moon That Bright My Eyes

Sitting under the adorable crystal moon.

The moon that bright my eyes, 

With it’s serene white face.

Thinking about the one like it,

I wrinkle my forehead in thoughts,

This nostalgia brim my tears over,

But I keep myself strongly,

From breaking into full sobs.

I pretend, not to roll down tears,

For one having wolf’s heart.

Then I start walking in a daze,

All alone I start chasing that moon.

But it’s running so fast,

Like the speed of light,

And leaving me behind in darkness.

BY: FATIMA BATOOL