The Moon I adored is receding far,
And night sky goes darker by hour;
Stars do twinkle and dance in sky,
But touch not the heart, shut to joy;
As I watch in deep seamless dread
Like sees mother her baby drown,
Crystal pure Moon touches horizon
And begins to sink to invisd realm;
Cursed my eyes watch it dip half,
I raise my hands in helpless grief;
Straight on course in degrees it dips
In phantomlike stillness to its grief
Like fallen warrior, to enemy’s knife;
Moon dips and dips, I barely see now,
Lo, vanishes Moon, I’m left bereft.
Moon walked in grace to nature’s trap
Without a stain on its crystal pure face;
All is dead silence, absolute darkness,
I stare horizons, all frozen in darkness
In tears, brim eyes, for lost sweet days.
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Love the emotion which comes across in this well written piece. Can feel the writer's despair. A beautiful write!