The moon is not lonely.
She just learnt to love her silence.
Each scar she hides in shadow.
It is a chapter of defiance.
She doesn’t beg the sun.
To stay or curse the night’s return.
The moon just glows, a proof
That heat break can learn to burn.
The moon is not whole.
Yet she lights up the skies.
A quiet proof that
Wounded can rise.
– Stuti Srivastava, CMS Chowk Campus