They landed with a soft thud
They scratched
They pinched
They bit
They scooped
Proudly they carried back
A part of me in their sack.
As if it were not enough
They clicked
My peaks
My cleavages
My nudity did they send
To the earth’s inhabitants
They gibed
They winced
They scoffed
They grimaced
Never again would they compare
Their beloved to me they swear
I am barren
I am scarred
I am ugly
I am cleaved
For eons have I borne
The effulgent sun
Scorching my breast for thee
Churning it into moonlight
Stark into serenity.
Beautiful Jyoti. But this should have come when Armstrong stepped on Moon. Very soon our Indians too find the ugly secret of Moon......well don.
This is a wonderful write... a nice flow... Good use of words for a magical effect
This one is superb di...u have given a voice to the moon who is been mined and cashed for long by poets and now man has encroached its pure state of being..
Very well written Jyoti! Last year I had written a few poems about the moon, - 'The Moon Llke a Loaf of Bread' & The Crescent Moon', -hope you like them? -Raj Nandy
What a wonderful poem, Jyoti, a bit outdated though, but still has a great deal of universality in it. It is true that complete nudity and total reality eventually become unattractive......10/10. Best Wishes Naseer
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It seems this morning I am finding treasures of poems that are different and full of imagination. Usually I find emotion the ruler of most poems. Well done great imagination