In the restless night
even the peace is in sleep
the brightest light,
not from stars as
they are too
but from a larger one
which held on sky, firmly
clouds are so
only light is observable
And not the host
So I gaze, still trying
suddenly a swing in clouds
what I saw
is the broken moon
trying to collect its left over
as a memory of pain
I smiled but it didn't
assuming it was sad
Just as me who is
collecting the evidence which
might separated
things were not perfect
©ayush18
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