A little girl asking her Dad,
Why is the moon travelling with us?
When she would go out for the bike rides at night,
She would see the moon and observe.
Might be she was cruel,
Might be she was eager.
But all that she wanted to know was,
Why is the moon following her.
Her Dad answered, the moon isn't following us,
It is still.
But she thought he was wrong.
She thought only she can see the moon's unique skill.
She felt blessed as she thought so,
But no one let her know the truth though.
But all that mattered was her happiness,
She was absolutely wrong, but she thought, she was specially blessed.