Full moon

Did you see the full moon overruling the blanket of mist in this wintry sky accompanied by flee fleecy cloud? Unlike the sun, the moon is not heavy with masculinity, much less temerity?
The moon of today has passion and affection like a languor queen of a monarch who very rarely tends to come out of her bower in revealing clothes to hand out her diktat. The moon has ruled this night, as it is, not by force but a mutual understanding. The submissiveness of the vast paddy field, consent of the resting woods, stillness of water body, the limitless horizon; flock of nocturnal birds, all of them agree to this goddess of night who seems to have kissed a chunk of land more brightly as she gets brighter and brighter.
I come to be lost in the labyrinth of a land of strangers! At that point comes call of my friend. I can't help but write. The manner she speaks her ebullient words, it resonates like the songs of birds.