[SHAYAN]

The Moon


I

AND, like a dying lady lean and pale,
Who totters forth, wrapp'd in a gauzy veil,
Out of her chamber, led by the insane
And feeble wanderings of her fading brain,
The mood arose up in the murky east,
A white and shapeless mass.

II

Art thou pale for weariness
Of climbing heaven and gazing on the earth,
Wandering companionless
Among the stars that have a different birth,
And ever changing, like a joyless eye
That finds no object worth its constancy?

 

[K@IN@@T]

v nice shayan bhai

 

[FAJAAN]

nyce yaar

 

[SHAYAN]

Thnx Both

 

[MeOw*]

gud one...

 

[SHAYAN]

Thnx...

 

[Alia]

v nice

 

[SHAYAN]

Thnx...