The Poet Who Borrow Pluto's Sorrow Poem by Lovita Morang

The poet who borrow pluto's sorrow

He saw pluto's tear on icy cold floor, roll
Humble and downtrodden,
Heart in love, sunken
Only a poet heardPluto wailing,
displaced sad, dimming.

Rides on New Horizon, with a hope, marvel and a motto,
a giant flight, a fly to reach Pluto;
many a poetry he carry in his red-breast,
And, also to find a reason why there was a cry and unrest.

'Pluto lost its name, nameless as a planet."
Banished from the family, Pluto became a lost ghost
Gush to take off to Pluto with plod of earth in palm,
An earthen pot of flowers, roses and morning glory;
Few seeds of appleand few plums,
And pocketful of poetry.

"I will find meaning of love,
Why you need to be this far, " he murmured,
"in closeness of my intimate love,
I am next to you, nearest,
Why they have closed the doors of the empty chest? "

He dig out with icy cold hand to plant,
The few things he loved and carry;
God, nature, time, the art of poetry,
Wit and mystery;
heart it's his heart that saw from this far,
A farcry, Pluto far away, twinkle tiny, shiny.

he run empty-handed, lands to plant, on lonely planet,
All his pint-sized poems in kurta-pocket;
Hydra-headed moon slept cold on icy bed, drenched, wringing-wet,

Just a solitary hum"Jungle Jungle Baat Chali Hai"
And in glory sawthe emergence of life on pluto's earth poetry,
‘Chaddi Pehen Ke Phool Khila hain, "sings Pluto, happy;
Adorned in New horizon with other moon as company.

-Lovita J R Morang
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