Moon Never Dies Poem by Akhtar Jawad

Moon Never Dies

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The changing phases of the moon,
Aren't you the story of my life?
I started as a crescent a source of joy,
From hands to hands as a lovely toy.

The increasing light of the moon,
Aren't you the story of my growth?
How I was enlighten with the knowledge,
From home to school, from school to college.

And the day I was grown in a lovely full moon,
Wasn't it the day when I felt I am in love?
Knowledge of love beautified my white profile,
My whole responded to it with a real smile.

Oceans read the profile of a moon in love,
Weren't the clouds a hiding blanket for the moon?
What happened to the wrapped moon, feel odors!
But a rainbow at the dawn disclosed the colors.

And then like you I started losing my light,
Isn't it a journey to a moonless night?
Sure, after a dark night, another crescent,
Moon never dies, reappears, even more descent.

Let me hide myself in a blanket of death,
Isn't it the climax of a lovely life?
Wait for a night to feel my soul's blow,
Promise to appear again as a rainbow.

Wednesday, August 21, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: death
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Rose Marie Juan-austin 21 August 2019

A beautiful poem embedded with rich imagination and superb imagery. A great title and every stanza of the poem has been woven brilliantly. Liked the ultimate stanza. Yes, moon never dies.And we have eternal life. Onto my Poem List.

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Bharati Nayak 22 August 2019

An exquisitelly beautiful poem.Moon and life - -excellent metaphor.

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Khalid Saifullah 22 August 2019

May God bless the poet with a happy and healthy life. He is the poet who can create romance in such an icy topic.

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Aniruddha Pathak 22 August 2019

Ah what a beautiful poem! How well constructed- from the life of moon to one's own. I especially like the last two stanzas. Brilliant.

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Mahtab Bangalee 21 August 2019

(prev.....) I make myself every inch of love in the knowledge O' love, look the Anchorite I'm in that agitated ocean of knowledge love, the pure light yes, take it note here light never can die cause of not borrowing and I'm immortal in that knowledge with love, the light.....///

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Mahtab Bangalee 21 August 2019

Knowledge, Knowledge with love the light pure sunlight without borrowing can harrow, can lend the light liberally, lavishly (without demand back anything) I the moon from the full dark to crescent gradually full moonlit by lending that light yeah, by that knowledge with love (cont.......)

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