Very Discreetly

Satish Verma

Tonight moon was 
gliding like a swan, 
white and graceful. 
But you slept on my hand 
like a skylark. 

Your eyes lit up 
when I squeezed a verse. 

Do I need to tell you 
that fireflies had gone mad 
after striking you? 

And the weird thing was, 
Aurora blushed after running into dark. 

To catch your shadow, 
time stood still, until 
the sun passed away.