The Moonlit Night Poem by Prabhat Kumar Sahoo

The Moon, full or half or quarter
Cosmic brother of the Earth, our mother.

He is lovely, our Uncle Moon
His shiny presence embellish the earth soon.

He hypnotises, hurts not to whom
The moonlit earth dance with boom.

All are his fans, selenophiles
He amuses all to keep them smile.

The poets claim moon their born copyright
They feel feverish in moonless night.

Moonstruck old guys sigh over their past
Mothers feeding babies take his resort last.

Moonshine is panacea for beauty & eroticsm
Its magnetic power pulls out all our pessimism.

Uncle moon should be always bright and far
We must keep his house clean like our car.