Fantasy Fictious Bet! Poem by Azitej Anand

A fantasy bet of skies beauty,
Shows Moon's arrogancy for aesthetic fame;
Stars with silk light,
Joins the fame of moon's beauty game:

Bet to be loved by humans,
'So much care and loves me', flutters on Moon's lips;
Out of many stars, a Star descends to play the bet,
Came at same altitude, for deteriorating moon's adamant grip;

Humans, a mamal inside materialstic skin,
To proove this to Moon, Star engarbs earth's blanket of surviving skill;
Human eyes start floating on Star sham outward look,
Start praising and calling Star a 'New Moon' for aspiration drill:

Soon they adapt on fake Star,
And to keep it safe they start throwing nuclear waste on adamant Moon;
The whole universe claps on it,
Either a Venus or a Mars starts laughing soon:

The king Sun here roars,
Miniature are humans, I had already lost my daughter earth;
You are a babby moon,
there was also a time,
when illusion, 'to be loved by humans', persisted in earth mind that still evokes her for last breath;

You have lost your deal,
As per rules you have to serve stars, our ancestor;
A laughing voice said,
'Just take my words and me as a consultor:

No need to serve us,
Just empowers your self and blows everything in future projected on your surface directly;
And My love, for your safety,
I made holes on you, so that in future you never trapped again in the claws of lofty adamant beauty.