Moon Poem by Satya Pratik

Moon has many lovers,
Who love her to their best.
Some give her their light,
Some cry for her touch,
Some rise up to touch her feet.
Maybe she does love someone.
Maybe she doesn't.
But if she does,
It will be like her phases.
The imperfect terrain,
It will be ordinary,
Yet mesmerising.
Her love will shift,
And disappear.
Only to get new,
As new moon will shine,
Her ivory moonlight.
Moon has many lovers,
But moon has infinite love.