The phenomenon finest, rarest, and fullest
The cosmic variety to mark beauty,
All the sky-gazers witnessed at the closest,
The extra-super moon for their gaiety.
Grown bigger in size, shone brighter in shine,
It is spring after a span of seventy springs,
For its display of dazzles in its glimpse reign,
They felt like flying ever on their wings.
It is fully round to fill in fully wide lashes,
It is the celebration of a unique festival.
To catch its superbly spectacular glimpses,
Really celestial, supernal and carnival.
At high-rise outdoor buildings and, shores
For the perigee-syzygy, the super moon
They forgot their age coming out of doors,
A heaven on earth, the cherished boon.
The babies from arms leaped for its catch.
The children jump to hold in the palms.
The eyes of adults twinkled in their watch.
The old felt the event the blessed alms.
They learnt it the fest to fall a rare befall,
They hid its beauty in gaiety in hearts.
In times of tears and sans nears to recall
To fill joys in their lives of living arts.
Published
Metverse Muse, 80th to 83rd Quadruple Issue.
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