MOON
Posted in My Poem on 02/22/2007 05:01 pm by aravind das
MOON
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when I was a kid, asked my
dad to get that silver ball for me
to play.
mom was singing songs
for me,till I fall asleep
with a promise
that the celestial uncle
will be totally mine.
So many times
I have tried to feel it
With mirror,flower or in the
Mist or in the dew,
Only I could see the image.
I touched it in my paintings
In photos,or the reflections
In the river water in a
Full moon night.
I tried to rediscover it
In my poetry,in my lover's face
Still it became a distant
Dream for me,like a mirage.
Now my little daughter
Is looking at you
Pointing her finger
In your direction in the sky;
If she asks me what is our relation
Shall I tell the same as
My parent told,
Or shall i confess you were my
First love ' dear moon'?