Vishal Dutia

In the night sky, a moonbow glows, A wondrous sight, a rare expose, A rainbow made of lunar light, A mystical vision, a pure delight.

The colors blend, they dance and play, A symphony of hues, a grand display, The moon’s rainbow, a gift to see, A moment of magic, a memory to be.

The world is still, the air is calm, As the moonbow casts its soothing balm, A reminder of nature’s artistry, A symbol of hope, a source of mystery.