Moon And The Lunatic Poem by Pranab K Chakraborty

No man so alive
As the lunatic bohemian
At midnight cold road
Semi naked but an old woolen sweater
Covered him from biting cold-wave
Trying hard repeatedly
To throw an imaginative anchor
To pull down the rounded moon
On our earth

Number of street dogs
With their self-authorized
Guarding duty
Silently following that noble lunatic
With his every failure
He acquired much strength
Silent talking with those four-footed
The lunatic bohemian
Made those dogs convinced
That his work really the great work
Of man on earth
Moon can't stay so far
With such glittering light alone

I myself on the way to home from outstation
Observed that sacred lunacy from distance,
Obedient dogs and the perseverance
And thought myself alone
"If he can, will he demand the ownership! "

Pranab k c
16/02/2020