Glimmer of hope!

As darkness falls ,
For brightness each soul calls!

Listening to the soul's fear,
The moon rises and darkness tears!

Extracting away fear from the roots,
Satisfied the owl hoots!

The silver rays gleam in the sky,
So mysterious and so shy!

"Help"lost travellers say,
And the silver ball shows them the way!

Oh! where's the moon people cry on the day of new moon,
But with hope people say"the moon will come soon ,very soon!