THE MOON

POEM

In my early days

while walking down

the azure sky

together with my father

who was the first man

who showed me

the moon and stars

up above the sky.

I always longed for the golden moon.

I always cried for the golden moon

and on listening to

my stubborn attitude and pleas

my father would assure me

he would certainly bring the moon to you

when you are grown up

and consoled me.

Taking him for granted

I would repose my faith in him.

In the meantime

I grew up

and with the infinite time

playing tricks

my beloved father left for

his heavenly abode.

Now that I am an young man

and on glancing the moonlit sky

I saw my father once in a while

and he rained his love and blessings which

made me happy and cheerful

and the nostalgia embraced me

in abundance.

One day I would also

grow up and I evolve

into an old man and

join my father and would spend

my golden days with him.

Life on earth, you know is

always cyclic as long as we spend our

days on earth…..