My love, you have seen moon.
You have seen
How silent serene beautiful he is.
But I am not moon.
With fire of mortal desire
And pain of earthly suffering,
How could I be silent serene moon?
Yet the truth is
None can be a perfect lover
Without serenity of moon.
Lover must tolerate what is intolerable.
This is why
I would never be a lover.
Never ever.
But that does not mean
I do not love you.
I do. Indeed, I love you
In every moment of my dream
In every moment of my wakefulness.
In every thought of mine
You are there
With your beautiful eyes
And silvery smile.
It's only I who love you.
But you?
You remind me my littleness
By comparing me with heavenly moon.
But I am a mortal human
With my fragility and weakness.
I do right, I do wrong.
I do love, I do hate.
How could you compare
A mortal fragile being
With heavenly moon?
O my love,
Love me as I am.
Else, if I try being someone
Who I am not,
I would neither be myself
Nor the heavenly moon.
© Arun Maji
Painting: EDB
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