When Look At Her Face And The Moon, The Moon Is Not Beautiful. Poem by Veeraiyah Subbulakshmi

When you stand in between him and me,
Do you look prettier than me to envy?
This cycle of tortures go on many years,
When he, you and I stand in line in cosmic sphere,
Even my children admire and a few start to sing,
Others take their mighty pens looking at their flings,
Millions of poem dedicated for your pretty fair face,
The crucial decision is made on this day,
To face you out slowly and steadily,
When you are drowned in the reflected allure,
Move around me in drunken dream and stupor,
When my shadow catches your beautiful body,
You are very intoxicated to hide behind me,
When I stand face to face with him, the universal infidel,
Flirts with every star that flick and twinkle,
Plays with my feeble heart that has lava bleed,
Your mind is cleared, then repent and become,
A Carmelite for a day behind the earthen wall,
When I am in between him and you,
When I am closer to him, I really glow,
But none of my children, the children of the infidel,
ever sing a song on my acquired beauty,
Then you emerge out of my shadow,
to grow, glow and go on with,
your less than 30 days cycle,
Whatever gimmick you do,
I am the magnificent Earth,
And you are always under my spell.