The Prayer Poem by Ajit Pal Singh Daia

That day
We were on the moon
She dug a pit of
Four inches,
Took a tamarind seed
Out of her purse
And put in the pit,
Covered it with soil.

I said –Have you gone mad, Priya?
You are sowing seed on the moon!
Priya asked me to keep mum
And gave a coy smile to me.

She sat on her knees bent,
Lifted her hands towards sky,
Besought she the Almighty,
And….
That day for the first time
It rained on the moon.