"Moonlit Confessions"

The sun, a judge, sees my steps bright, bold, and keen. It observes the world in daylight and surveys the land, a vibrant, bustling scene.

He considers the mask I wear on daily duties the daunting tasks and the roles I play. The surface life is hollow inside with a bustling, bright display. But secrets dwell where shadows softly sway in moonlight, soft and pure; my hidden truth does endure.

The moon is a silver coin, my confident chanda mama, wise and old. In its glowing, melting moments, my mysteries unfold.

My chanda mama witnessed my tears I have never shown. My silent whispers my heart has known.

A round silver coin in velvet night. A patient listener bathed in soft, pale moonlight.

Moon witness When I sleep alone, the moon stays with me; that sunlight hides. However, with the moon, all thoughts and feelings spread wide.

Sun, see our laughter and cheers, a bright display of ambitions won, held so dear. Moon, my dear Chandamama, in the stillness of night, hears the whispers of fragile hearts pleas so near.

Moon dance with my sorrows, doubts, and fears. The unsaid, unspoken words of the soul yearning to be free damaged my heart like a spear.

It cradles my dreams and dry wipes my silent tears like a mother; it is my mind's guide. With the moon, no thoughts I can hide.

Moon is so gentle and caring, nurturing my soul and always sharing.

Let the sun applaud the world's pride. However, in reality, secrets dwell with the moon, and confessions are made in stride.

The moon and I dance in its presence; I find a trance. Balancing secret whispers, peace, and my inner romance.

When I find my inner truth by looking at the moon, embracing the peace in the night silence, true solace lies. And thinks about the secrets shared beneath the watchful skies.

For it holds the secret keys safe within silver light. Understanding all my needs, doubts, and fears like an old friend and gentle guide through the darkest hours of the night.