Ode To The New Moon - Poem by Shreej k.c
This is the day my poor city shines bright
despite the paucity feigns it's delight.
And this is the only day in a year
I shed my lousy shell and stand there
in my balcony for hours to watch
the spectacular show of festive lights.
It's a new moon day,
we call it here - Tihar.
Today as I stand here
all the city lights and fireworks blur.
I keep looking up, searching for the Moon.
A sharp pertubation winds me to realise soon
it's the second time I am acting like a loon.
How can one pass all the seasons
to stand de novo craving for
the Moon in a new moon day!
searching for that hides as inexistent cache
while a dozen full moons shine
circling her every lunation in trine.
I look at my neice beside
has nearly reached my height.
'Where is the Moon? '
She looks back at me, her candid wit
glimmering through cierge she just lit.
Her usual warm hug in chilling quiescence
her tone intense for a budding adolescence
'New moon is to look up to a new moon.'
I quickly loosen the embrace
wary to transmit any gloomy trace.
Did she really grow up in a year
or did I retard or grew just to
obsess - madness, stubbornness
or call it fondness. Nevertheless,
I shall never let her know
my silly wish for new moon to cast.
I want her never to cling, yet be steadfast
outgrow my shoes and walk past
Run Sunshine, reach beyond the vast!
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