Nights are dark because
the Moon deserves the entire sky.
Stars add to its charm
and Oceans too try to fly.
No bird dares to match
that silver radiance of its.
Such an envious beauty it beholds
that the mighty humans also call quits.
Unlike the Sun, it spreads a chill
and the aura just tranquils.
Changing shapes every now and then,
the Moon, the celestial heaven.
The Poet and the Pen 
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