Moon My Hero Poem by Ayesha Riaz

One of those nights,
It was brisky outside,
In an empty room,
On an empty chair,
She sat with her eyes locked somewhere,

Somewhere in the welkin,
of a blanket of cluster,
And the gleaming Moon,
With all her jitters,
She kept gazing the moon of aspiration,
With all the intrepidity,
From her noise to white stillness,

Thinking about her mopes,
her mournful days, her so so big dreams,
A tear rolled down her cheeks,
Gazing the beauty of nature,
had given her courage,
to seek for a new day,
But thinking has always been easier,
What matters is believing,
And that she still tries, how can she endure one,
When there are many to go?

Moon is her hero,
And she is me,
I find myself in her!

Written on 12/12/10