the moon is calling...
Down the earth sat a girl aged 2 or 3
staring at a bright round thing in the sky
her eyes twinkled and she beamed
she knew the mon was calling
she stretched her hands to get closer
one inch...two inch... nothing seemed better!
the moon was alone in the dark room of light
her eyes were swimming in salty tears
the lonely moon with no friends was calling...
and she got near
no better
no stars only clouds of evil
how could the moon stay alone??
she jumped and jumped
tears streaming fast
the moon stayed but called
her bed came to notice
she was tired to meet the moon
she fell so drowsy and heartbroken.
she slept and unhappy dream about a moon with a teardrop
until the day dawned...
a jolly sun beamed at her
tears brimmed her eyes
realizing...
that the moon had died!
again in the night
to her surprise
she saw the moon
this time he was not lonely
but with stars beside him having fun!
inside- she knew the moon still called...
she is happy that atleast, he's not dead after all! :D
a poeam about an innocent li'l girl who thinks the moon needs friends to play with on a cloudy night. the nest morning when the moon had disappeared. she mistakened it to have died. but it returned in the night with stars. relieved that the moon had found some friends the gil stopped her tears from flowing ... but inside she longs to go to the moon.
- k. maheshwari
