When The Moon Comes Down On Earth Poem by dipak adhya

The moon comes down on earth
When a subconscious mind awakes
And the moon and a mind
Are mingled into one.
Like a scientist
I try to distinguish them
And like a painter
I draw a unique picture
From where two cuckoos
Sing loudly,
I lose myself
Their song becomes full of ecstasy
Having lost my identity
I feel myself
A merely green bough of tree
On my branch
The cuckoos are still swaying
And the sweet wind
Is carrying their song
Far a-w-a-y...