Faces Of Moon

  Smiles again, sweet crescent moon
For it is happy shining tonight;
When bandicoots dance, and owls croon
And stars shower forth, 
their kindly light.

Frowns tonight, bitter crescent moon
Angry at the deeds that blacken the dark;
When the brave cower, and cowards swoon
And the stars shy down 
only a handful spark

Hides away, mischievous moon
Laughing to itself-the night is full of love.
An old hag snorts, the nightingale picks a tune
And the stars glare enviously, 
from the skies above.

Shines in pride, glorious full moon,
Illuminating earth, in a festival of light;
The air reminds, of a fragrant June,
And the stars bow low, 
for, the moon is the Queen of the Night.

– Sreenivas Kasturi