O MOON

O Moon, if I were a man, an enchantress call you,  I would

For very easily lure me  in just a seconds few,  you could

Ah! I do not know why n what lures me to you; my eyes get glued

Bright n silvery you look on a full-Moon day, enchanting is the sight

As peep out of the clouds you do, playing hide n seek, at that height

O Moon, await I eagerly to see you; n your beauty admire every night

Romance fills the atmosphere as you beautifully rise in all your glory full

Smiling sweetly at me, peeping from silvery white clouds, look which, like wool

From a hammock, amidst trees admire you, as you lull me to sleep with breeze cool

Wish mankind wouldn't dispose your truth n the enigma that you hold

Though, to land on you, to conquer you, was a step scientific, very bold;

I still want you to be the enchantress that you are, luring me, not just material cold

Armin Dutia Motashaw