REFLECTIONS

Miracles are rare I stand and stare In a sky that is bare On a full moon day! No stars to adorn No clouds it has worn Oh why does it mourn? On a full moon day… But then up high My eyes did fly On the tallest sky What a wonderful day! The moon sat petite Very proudly lit A beaming grit On its own birthday… Enclosed in a ring Under a protective wing Of a big faint lining On a pitch black bay. Its engagingly crisp It stunningly grips Your eyes in a fix A FULL MOON WITHIN AN ECLIPSE. PS: photography by Neha Naik. Thanks neha! :-)