The Moon Poem by Shreej k.c

As I leave my desk for home
I catch sight of the moon
full yet half clouded lune
side by side akin we roam.

Few blocks ahead, I look up again
the moon now is freed
from the swarming mane.
Silently, I wonder a wish
if only every obscureness
could be as transient.

Few deep sighs, few more turns
and here is the moon
now facing me in front
in its biggest, brightest countenance
as if I might bump into it
continued with my steady pace.
An airplane passing it's equator soon
leaves no mark, nearly belies
Composed, I lengthen my strides
to touch the Moon.