Moon Poem by Upendra Majhi

Allan Edgar Poe's
mystic moon
shone on the grave,
In this part of the planet,
much moonlight we do not have,
dead soul feed on lunar rays,
for which moon, only in the night, flies,
even as livings are asleep, fast
moon having shone on my love's face
when shone on her aunt's grave
she woke up, in a sudden
in a nightmare,
kicked me out of her bed,
still in a seize,
both living and dead need few silent rays.