The sun pleaded with the moon
To take some light to the people
Of the earth who for twelve hours
Perpetually grope in darkness
The moon too, a friend of the earthlings,
Said yes, and the glorious light
Fell unto his arms.
The earth seeming
Not to know the inherent good
Or desires darkness for forces
Of evil to act, darken his mien
And sent a ferocious glare into the heavens.
The harder he did this
More the moon's sheen shone
And illuminated his ambience
This is how we came to sit
Under the trees at moonlight
Internalizing our lores.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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