Moon Dream Poem by chandra thiagarajan

To sleep, lying on my cozy bed,
All mundane thoughts I shed.

Through the window I observed
The full Moon shining swerved,

And raced among the clouds floating,
With a many hued aura surrounding.

I pictured Neil Armstrong on the Moon,
And went into a trance pretty soon.

I saw craters strewn and mountains,
There was no water or oxygen for existence.

On the Moon it was a bizarre experience,
As it was dark with no luminescence.

I wandered around the Moonscape,
And found no waxing or waning in shape.

On the terrain of the Moon, I felt less weight,
Because the gravitational pull is less, I was light.

During day the temperature rises to 100 degrees C,
And in the night it cools down to minus 160 degrees C.

I was wearing suitable suits fortunately,
And could withstand the weather effortlessly.

From there I looked down upon the Earth,
It was sure the Blue planet of worth.

The Moon is devoid of the beauteous Nature,
Which the Earth is endowed with, in its stature.

The varied life forms on Earth are all absent,
The love and affection on Earth are not present.

As a child the Moon which I longed for and desired,
Has not a soul and is an unfriendly place, not admired.

Feeling the warm rays of the morning Sun in actuality,
I wake up from my dream on the Moon to reality!