The Crescent Moon Poem by pragyan rout

tired of the life
which had so far treated him not so well
he sat bubbling with anger
by the rising and falling water waves

he gazed at the crescent moon
its white lighth so blinding
its surface marred with craters
reminding him of his listless life

the shine of the stars now dim
drowned by the blinding shine
of the lingering crescent moon
which seemed to sigh

for this weary man
who despaired at every thought
of the listless life he led
and the happiness he sought

so in trance that he lost
everything that had mattered to him once
and still mattered to him
but he knew that not

the man sat there
in the silence of the crescent moon
wishing his life would end
and wishing it would end soon.