And I have seen her

Spraying infinite series of words 

Tucked with her deep knitted love

Pumping them out, that night

She set them free to travel

Beyond the boundless boundaries of sky

Those weaved words tingled together

Travelling through her vast galaxy

Where the stars from her rhyme

Knew nothing but to shine 

Those words, I have seen

Reached to that lone ball in the sky

Garnishing the craters of it

That night even the waned moon smiled

Those tingling words then carved 

The type of poetry

That even the stars fell hard

For the mystical woven mystery 

For her serene love for him

Knew nothing more to sing

Just a moon stitched with her poetry

That night for him it gleamed. 

-Sonia Motwani