O MOON, AN ENCHANTRESS
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
