I Am To Dress Up - Dear Moon Poem by Gajanan Mishra

My rice-moon
Gajanan Mishra

Come on, I love you,
O my rice moon, my bread moon
You are, the truth.

Here I am hungry
And on my own earth.
I am no way related to
England and America.

Come on and stay here
With me always, I love you,
My dear super moon.
You are fully round,
My dear corn moon,
My dear green moon,
My dear herb moon,
My dear barley moon.

I am free here,
Remember, I am not there
To arrest you, my dear red moon.
You are not leaving me,
I know my dog moon.
You are sending moonbeams
In live tales.

You have quakes, I know
You travel all around
As wolf moon, as snow moon,
As pink moon, as strawberry moon.

And you are all with me
As harvest moon,
As hunter's moon,
As blue moon,
As blood moon,
So also as sickle moon,
As paper moon.
Here I am to study
Your eclipses
As hocus-pocus alike.

Here I am in your light
On this earth, dear full moon.
Carefully I am listening to
Your low sweet cold voice.
My cheese moon you are,
Full of hopes you are,
My new moon.

Dear moon, you rhymes
And ingratiating with me.
You are coming out
From dark clouds, dear
Dear white moon.
I have my own clear
Nights, see with your
Perfectly halogen light.

You are my love song dear,
And I am getting drunk on
Your light and shine.

Dear, I know
My propagation is your sole
Responsibility.
Dear, I am here to dress up
And to practise your smile
To touch eternity.

Tapobana, Titilagarh-767033