Luna! Poem by AFFAQ NABI

She was a sacred spirit, gracious and polite.
Just like the worthy Luna of the opening night
Gleaming forever the unhidden part of the earth,
From her first happy birth and please listen!
Our converse when first befell on harbours,
Of the island of man, she had on her shoulders
A marine silken shawl crafted by the maidens
Of senegal, her eyes were like the meadows of summer.
And hairs like an angel laying in the slumber,
She has had hopes, doubts, and some fears.
In her younger days, was faithful to the occult.
In the latter phase, she buried her hubris in grey dust.
She lived well, as her mighty heart pleased.
Ahh! still, some of her riddles remain unrevealed.
It was Mayday when I last saw her hushed.
Like an infant in her mother's breast, in sweet
Converse with an angel, a heavenly zest...