The Full Moon This December Poem by Ananta Madhavan

The moon sometimes puts on a ruddy face
With mocking look or sarcastic grimace.
Sometimes it seems to frown as if to reprimand
The antics of a rabid mob in a lawless land.
































The moon sometimes puts on a ruddy face
With mocking look or sarcastic grimace.
Sometimes it seems to frown as if to reprimand
The antics of a rabid mob in a lawless land.

Last night the full moon of Kartika arose,
Unashamed of scars and flaws, as if the pose
Was meant to teach us how to gaze
Through obscuring pretensions and haze,

So as to see and wonder as we pass
To immediate concerns through a smudged glass;
That is our own business, our recompense
For transparency assumed to suit the lens.

Cloud-cover hides heavens we cannot comprehend,
And astral globes and rhomboids without end.
I read an adage that such things never began.
We can imagine cosmos beyond a map or plan.


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4 December 2017
Mysuru, India.























Last night the full moon of Kartika arose,
Unashamed of scars and flaws, as if the pose
Was meant to teach us how to gaze
Through obscuring pretentions and haze,

So as to see and wonder as we pass
To immediate concerns through a smudged glass;
That is our own business, our recompense
For transparency assumed to suit the lens.

Cloud-cover hides heavens we cannot comprehend,
And astral globes and rhomboids without end.
I read an adage that such things never began.
We can imagine cosmos beyond a map or plan.


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4 December 2017
Mysuru, India.








































Last night the full moon of Kartika arose,
Unashamed of scars and flaws, as if the pose
Was meant to teach us how to gaze
Through obscuring pretentions and haze,

So as to see and wonder as we pass
To immediate concerns through a smudged glass;
That is our own business, our recompense
For transparency assumed to suit the lens.

Cloud-cover hides heavens we cannot comprehend,
And astral globes and rhomboids without end.
I read an adage that such things never began.
We can imagine cosmos beyond a map or plan.


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4 December 2017
Mysuru, India.