The Strange Moon Poem by Trailakya Roy

Once the moon came to the earth keeping out her pride,
Of beauty and brightness and wanted to be my bride.
I was at a loss- there must be some terms?
' Be qualified my boy and take her arms '

I live in a cottage while she is in His heaven,
So I nodded to the terms what they had given.
I became a good boy and tried to be better,
Hoped she will be mine only sooner or later.
Lived in a world full of dreams and lights
Calling her soft name in darkness of nights.
I became a half-moon with her thought,
In rains and muds and cold I caught,

Called her silently to say a 'sorry ',
'Dear, You will be okay soon and don't worry.'
I am okay now, how about you?
'Lively and shiny in His rays
like a morning dew'.

Wow, be so always or be better dear,
With love and joy but always I fear,
Will you ever be mine, O moon, my dear?
She said, 'Don't know', perhaps ne'er.

Five years passed since I met her,
In a fine late evening without a bar,
She was lovely, together we walked
She was quite wise, while she talked.

Time passed swiftly, made her cute,
And never talked again, found her mute.
Never made an answer to my call,
Why remained mute, God knows all.