Curvature Of The Moon Poem by Ujjol Kamal

This side of the Moon is more curvature
This side is less
Loneliness sits atop on the wings of hope
Misery mingle grow up to grope the dark side of the lunar scape with the right side of shade
Darkness descends on the mountains of music
All the Empires fall
So are the riches of all Gaul, Moguls, and Mongols
See to unseen
Unseen to see
The sites beyond unseen unfurl to eclipse on the lilac lips of my lost love mist

This side of the Moon is more curvature
That side is sweet
The roughness of the cobwebs stretch away amiss
Rain falls pearly
Rain wets scorched skin
The peanuts, the bananas
The machines, the means
Come away to gay, green relief
Where the robins sing soothing and sweet
Where the lyrics silent
Mixed with the lyrics resilience reside in a ray of gleam
This side of the Moon is more curvature
This side is less
Make way for the Divide Comedy
Blake, Milton and Mael