White : A Night of Silver Bliss Beneath the moon' | English कविता

"White : A Night of Silver Bliss Beneath the moon's resplendent glow, Sharad Purnima's blessings flow. The sky, a silver ocean wide, Pours peace upon the earth tonight. The stars, like whispers soft and clear, Twinkle close, yet seem so near. In fields of gold, the cool breeze hums, As nature sings where joy becomes. The lotus blooms in quiet grace, As moonbeams kiss its tender face. The night is full, yet calm and still, A sacred light on every hill. The Gopis dance in mystic rings, As Krishna’s flute in silence sings. The air is sweet with milk and grain, Healing hearts and easing pain. On Sharad's night, our spirits rise, To bathe in blessings from the skies. May moonlit dreams in hearts remain, Bringing love with no refrain ©samandar Speaks"

White : A Night of Silver Bliss

Beneath the moon's resplendent glow,
Sharad Purnima's blessings flow.
The sky, a silver ocean wide,
Pours peace upon the earth tonight.

The stars, like whispers soft and clear,
Twinkle close, yet seem so near.
In fields of gold, the cool breeze hums,
As nature sings where joy becomes.

The lotus blooms in quiet grace,
As moonbeams kiss its tender face.
The night is full, yet calm and still,
A sacred light on every hill.

The Gopis dance in mystic rings,
As Krishna’s flute in silence sings.
The air is sweet with milk and grain,
Healing hearts and easing pain.

On Sharad's night, our spirits rise,
To bathe in blessings from the skies.
May moonlit dreams in hearts remain,
Bringing love with no refrain

©samandar Speaks

samandar Speaks

White : A Night of Silver Bliss Beneath the moon's resplendent glow, Sharad Purnima's blessings flow. The sky, a silver ocean wide, Pours peace upon the earth tonight. The stars, like whispers soft and clear, Twinkle close, yet seem so near. In fields of gold, the cool breeze hums, As nature sings where joy becomes. The lotus blooms in quiet grace, As moonbeams kiss its tender face. The night is full, yet calm and still, A sacred light on every hill. The Gopis dance in mystic rings, As Krishna’s flute in silence sings. The air is sweet with milk and grain, Healing hearts and easing pain. On Sharad's night, our spirits rise, To bathe in blessings from the skies. May moonlit dreams in hearts remain, Bringing love with no refrain ©samandar Speaks

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