WILLIAMSJI MAVELI WRITES

The Lunar Craving
In the quiet of the midnight hour,
I'm captivated by the moon's power.
Its luminous orb, a sight to behold,
Leaves me yearning, my spirit untold.

To touch the moon, to feel its grace,
To gaze upon its tranquil face.
The longing within me, a relentless fire,
Ignites a craving, higher and higher.

With outstretched arms, I reach in vain,
As the moonlight dances, a mystical reign.
Though beyond my grasp, it remains aloof,
In its beauty, I find solace, a timeless proof.