It was a beautiful night,
Calm and serene,
Bathed in the milky gleam,
Of the Moon, nearly perfect,
In its size and shine.
Everything could have been normal,
But for the excitement,
Floating in the air,
About the prediction of an eclipse,
On the night of full moon.
That a thick dark shadow,
Would slowly engulf the moon,
Would slowly engulf the moon,
And keep it captive,
For a long period of time,
During its journey in the sky.
Among many other predictions,
It was apprehended too,
That the moon will appear blue,
Orange or even blood-red
During the total eclipse.
Much sensation had filled the air,
With everyone waiting eagerly,
To watch the celestial event,
On the fateful night.
On the fateful night.
Everyone was feeling excited,
Only except the Moon,
That kept glowing as ever,
That kept glowing as ever,
Unmindful of the big prediction.
Wasn't it just another exercise,
The Moon had undergone,
Umpteen times,
Since the beginning of creation?
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And it is my belief too,
That eclipses needn't be feared,
For they hardly ever last longer,
For they hardly ever last longer,
Than what has been anticipated.
Hence all we need do is,
To keep our calm, watching them,
As the shadows eventually pass by,
Giving way to normal moonshine!
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