A misty Moon,
ubiquitous, yet anonymous,
a symbol of all that comes, wanes and goes,
reborn, growing, glowing, fainting,
vanishing to come again.
unless on some night we look up
struck for some mysterious reason
by its whispering light.
Unrest seizes the Moon.
It hides behind the alert clouds.
Here on earth life goes on.
After the sunset a brief respite,
and night ascends, and with the night the Moon., its saga renewed, unrevealed, untold.
If you happen to sight it in its luminous aura
stop awhile and speak.
The Moon will be confused
but do not let it be sad.
Eager, responsive, it will smile.
Let it touch and feel you.
Perhaps it waited for this moment too long.
Sushama Karnik.
17-06- 2024. 05-13 AM
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