[Synopsis: So, here's a thought. What if there is a thing- serene and calm, say the moon and you start to think of it in a totally diferent light? This poem is sarcastic of the way writers and people in general view of the moon as the perfecty calm and romantic diva!! ]
* THE MOON *
Not all day long it happens;
not every night it is in the heavens.
Being due in pieces,changing but not solely vivid;
as that of a doomed face,in dreams sordid!
Of a theme gone voiceless & held hostage;
against darkness like a sage trying to defy age.
Symbolising the total failure of a great essayist;
she grins at the dark earth, as if a sadist.
Neither could it adsorb enough of the sun God;
nor could it make night a bright day abode!
Oh! that cerebral i am, would love to see it perish!
Dreams unrealised, my eternal self sure takes to decease!
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