This moonlit night
unleashes excitement galore
being cautiously guarded
by stray patches of floating clouds
who appear as it were
to lift the sky
like lord Krishna
lifting the giri gobardhan
on his finger tip
the clouds hovering and scouting
across the sky line
like trusted sentinels
vested with the job of safety
across the boundary of moon light
the trees and shrubbery
touch the horizon
standing silently
like a mischievous school kid
getting punishment
sylvan moon with her supple shine
sneaks through leaves
fountain water river waves
and intriguing smile of Mona Lisa
vast stretches of corn fields
glitter at a distance
covered with a net of
thin layer of fog
the prying eyes of moon light
falls indiscriminately
on the sweet face of
a romantic beloved
dabbling in domain of love
or a jilted lover
ponderous and frustrated
groping in the blind alley
to wriggle out like a
misled soldier in a tunnel
the guile, scorn and contempt
can not be concealed
moon light of truth
shall reveal them
like Columbus or Newton.