Moonlit Blossom

Adorned was the night sky,
with the full-moon ,
Encircled by polka-dotted stars.

Petals of the inchoate night lily bud
unwrapped one-by-one.

The lustrous moon

enthralled the lily.

The lily was swept by love for the moon

at first sight.

The moon caste its mirage
on the pristine waters of the lake.
Basking in the shimmer of the moon
the lily blossomed to its prime beauty
night- by- night into a fully bloomed flower.

It admired the moon secretly
from a distance…
Adored its aura scrumptiously
for many nights…
Attempted to lure the moon
by its luscious petals…

It anticipated eagerly, until twilight
for the moon to arrive
and illuminate the night sky
with its pervasive milkyness.

Wondered why its lover,
shrinked night-by-night.
Nonetheless, it was awestruck
at the variegated hues
and the versatile shapes
the moon transmuted into every night.

After a fortnight...

It amassed courage
to reveal its innate feelings.

The lily waited that night
anxiously for the moon’s arrival.

But alas the moon didn’t return that night.
With jaded dreams, the lily pined for its sight.

Dejected it was…
Confused it was…

Forlorn and forsaken in the cold, murky waters
it withered and perished that very night
and was immersed

to the unfathomable depths of the lake.