I Long For Answers, My Dear Moon! Poem by sundaram chandrakalaadhar

My dear pretty glamorous Moon!
I long for answers for these-
Foremost of all, 'are you a man or a maid?
You sway the minds of each sex
To the loving gaze of your eyes
And each fancies you are of opposite sex
And rain passions of love up into the heavens!
Have you an idea of how many ages
You have been wandering alone in the heavens?
How many tales of love could have budded
Blossomed, breathed fragrance and fruition gained
Under the soft rain of your milky benevolence?
How many stories you have stored in memory
Of wasted, withered love during your night walks?
How many lovers you have burnt in separation
By increasing their love and longing by casting silent looks?
Why, out of all heavenly souls, you alone stir us mortals
And even lesser creations into the vortex of love?
How do you manage the crazy clouds
That close in on you with lustful arms?
What would you think when poets in intoxication
Spread their arms to you for a passionate embrace?
Why your light is so soft and soothing and sedative
That brings out all our delicate emotions to peak?
What secret message do you whisper to children
that they accept the small globes of food gladly
from the hands of their mothers gazing at you?
Are you a spend thrift losing all your wealth of brilliance
Or are you so tasty that some hungry mouth eats you bit by bit
In a matter of just fifteen days leaving us all in grief
How then do you resurrect yourself back
To your glory as if nothing had happened at all!
O.. wonderful it is when you press your silvery lips
On the crests of dancing waves and meditating trees!
Even the bosoms of mountains lying on their backs
Seem to heave up as you weave your magic upon them!
Yet I feel at times that you are so lonely in the skies
With none to keep company with you at dead of night
When whole world sleeps in cosy beds in wishful dreams!
How would you feel when you spot ill-intentioned minds
On stealthy steps and darker designs amidst shadows of nights
I still remember those dear days of my dreaming youth
When I kept company with you on wintry nights on open terrace
And roll up my bed totally drenched in
Have you any accounts of poems so far woven on you
From times of your birth, would they be trillions on trillions?
Yes..charming moon, you are ever the darling child
Of all people of all the ages past and the ages yet to bloom!
The space science may tear your charm to shreds
Yet shall you remain ever and ever the deathless God of Love! '