The love of 1850s

POEM : THE LOVE OF 1850'S❤️

When during the night,

The stars won't shine

The moonlight will blabber

And the thoughts be mine.

You will peep out of your window

You won't be able to see mine

I will ask the moon to help

And then we can talk fine.

If the breeze won't help me in the dry

I will request the owls to try

I know you will wait for my response

Because while writing I am shy.

Pigeons don't come to my terrace

Even if I spread their appetite

They think I am crazy

Because we talk at night.

-Vansh Jain