Lunar Grief Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Moon may turn black
With earth’s back
It shall appear
As if moon is gripped with fear

It shall be unique appearance
To be seen with naked eyes
Let people think twice
There is something wrong with promises

It is show with grief stricken lines
That speaks with volumes
Sometimes divine objects
Express anger and react

Where else earth can go and complain?
Its anguish and pain
As she has nothing in store
The world and mankind any more

It is displeasure
To make sure
That even though it is natural phenomena
We got to live peacefully with no lacuna