The Waning Moon Poem by Raghurama Raju

Sitting on a park bench,
I saw the moon
day before yesterday.
It was full, round and golden yellow!

I saw the moon again
yesterday, for the sake of its beauty!
It was full but not as much as
it looked the previous day!

I have seen the moon again
today, just now, anxiously!
It is still smaller and lacks its glow!

I'm afraid! Tomorrow the moon
may look much smaller and
may not be round at all!

I suspect, somebody, jealous of its beauty,
is munching the moon every day
when it's sleeping!