#SLF_Fortnightly_Poetry_Contest-02
Dead Moon
Being raised in a village, so far from materialistic races
I was lucky one to enjoy the moon in it’s different phases
The sky was clear in my village, where I used to see moon’s different angles
Where they roamed happily, different fairies and angels
The moon was a witness of my joy and happiness
I had a mind full of joy, without gloominess
Like an agile fawn I used to run
I loved to enjoy and have fun
I was happy when you were with me
My soul used to sing like a hovering bee
But Alas! Once you bid me your final adieu
I didn’t know the reason, I didn’t have any clue
The moon of my world became faded
It’s lost it’s brightness, became dead
My moon forgot to smile anymore
The northern wind halted, forgot to roar
I cried several nights for your absence
The moon lost it’s brightness
It’s consoled me not to suffer anymore
I was floating alone like a drifted autumn leaf in the ocean’s shore
Deepa Acharya
India
