Gift Poem by Vinita Agrawal
Gift
Gift
It is a gentle shape
this white moon
my father gave me
the night he passed away.
It hangs below the window every night.
A farewell gift.
Leaves the skies quietly at dawn
to slide into my throat all day.
Some nights it returns;
chipped, halved, sliced,
imitating life.
Scarred, like the face of pain
but always there... like a presence that's never left.
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4/25/2024 4:36:27 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Beautiful gift.......the sight of moon with the reminiscences of your father...that will inspire you through out your life.......nice lines Vinita...
Thank you Kishore Kumar Das!