MOON AND MOAN -------------- The moon was faintly lighting Amidst the dark cloudy sky The owl was tired of sleeping And has opened its sleepy eyes Amid the midnight silence, A moan pricked the ears Of the moon, that trembled with fear. A glance was caught, They were some men in hoods The moan was of a girl, A habitant of the woods. Road became discoloured With precious tinges of her blood But the moon was all alone To address her distressing moan She cried, she moaned, she resisted The cries, the moans; the moon has witnessed The unbearable aches Made her moan even louder That throbbing sight Disturbed the moon much harder She tried her best To survive, till the sunrise But the moon was disturbed enough By the moans to forget, How it used to set. #moonsandmoans #bloodshed
