Chakhoor and Moon
At a very far distance,
There is a shining orb,
In between thousand stars.
Orbiting around land,
A land full of different kind of creatures,
Birds, fishes, animals and humans.
Distributing its moonshine equally,
To some, it is just a bulb in the night,
To some it is reason behind the tide.
Some see his or her lover in its image,
Some see the face of betrayal,
Some just an object with lots of flows.
But chakhoor truly loves it,
Not because of its brightness,
Not because of its beauty.
It doesn’t care about the spots,
It doesn’t care about the distance,
It doesn’t take the moon as a lifeless object.
It sees the pain of moon,
Converting hot sun rays,
Into pleasant moonshine.
Loving its soul, its nature
Loving it the way it is,
Purest and Faithful form of love.