A Meeting With The Moon Poem by Saheb Mohapatra
A Meeting With The Moon
I was in company, but at that time, alone,
I was lonely on my bed,
My eyes too turned red
Every time when the hills kissed the sun.
Soon after, I found an orb calling me out,
Up above the rice fields,
The domain where the pearls are yield.
Shrinking and growing on nature's every shout.
I gazed and gazed,
Yet my eyes were shut.
But with their help, I shared my heart
Until, with her, my eyes were embed.
When I eyed on her, she flew away, leaving me beneath the blue.
I really wish I could be up there too.
there are moments, sun, moon, meteors all come in line, same with other planets, as man and nature, love and hate, acceptance, recognition, negligence and disapproval, though all are in paths diverse, but are connected by the Benign Being for nature's law of balance to keep preserved for generations. your romantic instinct of the verse keeps the reader engage into a vast field of interpretation. good work, though poetic conventions and beauty here too remains slightly sheepish at distance. a humble reminder.
When the sun makes his majestic arrival, the moon disappears! They donot like to see eye to eye! Though at night you had company, with daylight you found yourself alone! A very imaginative write! Yes, welcome to Poem Hunter!
A very sweet poem of moon crafted beautifully......great imagery......Saheb......congratulation to eternal platform of PH.......wish you all the best
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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there are moments, sun, moon, meteors all come in line, same with other planets, as man and nature, love and hate, acceptance, recognition, negligence and disapproval, though all are in paths diverse, but are connected by the Benign Being for nature's law of balance to keep preserved for generations. your romantic instinct of the verse keeps the reader engage into a vast field of interpretation. good work, though poetic conventions and beauty here too remains slightly sheepish at distance. a humble reminder.