A lunatic for the lunar sky and others
Shukdeb Mazumder I am embarrassed to admit that at mid night I become a lunatic looking at the lunar sky. How the celestial silvery rays do fly towards my eyes towards my mind towards my soul miraculously! Obviously within that if fireflies fly, night-blooming flowers bloom a stream flows with the sweet murmuring sound and moon-reflected ripples, a modest cool breeze blows and with all of those night is dressed in awesome-nice nocturnal views 'lunatic' might be the term to be used to state my me
