Polished eyes mirror your
might Your glow; I come
only, As you go
You, the centre I float
on the circumference From
you I draw my significance
Imported light, poor plight
Belittled in my own eyes
I search
A moment of strength, when millions Change
their point of reference
I overshadow
Your glare, obstructed
Dark world below
Like a magician, I hold the show
In a moment of pride; It’s my joyride
Enough to say;
every moon has its day.
(Rewritten with the help and guidance of a Poet Friend, Mr.Ronald Peat.)
'In a moment of pride; It’s my joyride Enough to say; every moon has its day'...yes, u r right..and everyday has a moon...
Very well crafted poem! I loved the beautiful flow of your words. Amazing.... Anna
Yes, moon stole the thunder oops, light from the Sun. lunar might indeed. good one Mamta
it has the essence of poetry within. nice.
yeh so very true every moon has to have its day lovely poem dear Nikunj -10 anjali
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The first one was more detailed, i dont think it really needed a part two it was pretty good being a part one :) but this was as well thought out and written Nicely done