The Moonlight Painted Her White

 The moonlight painted her white.

In the city which was shimmering

in the stream of neon lights,

she was a strange sight,

a fairy bewildered by the flashlight,

standing at a crossroads, and afraid to choose a road.

Ineffectual angel, always wasting time ;

out of the context, always at a wrong place and at a wrong time.

The moonlight painted her white ,

and the lamplight gave her a shadow.

And she was struggling to keep her wings

and to keep her feet on the ground.

The wings were a gift that had remained in wraps too long,

and the feet were sore from walking barefoot on the sand.

Now,she would fain exchange the wings for a pair of shoes.

Sushama Karnik (c)

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Image: Sally Storch - Night Wind (2006) : museum

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