#Slf_Fortnightly_Poetry_Contest_02
Dead Moon.
Beauty is forever, can never ever die.
If dies, it’s a customised sure sort lie.
The Moon can create high tides in the ocean.
Can stir restlessness,sets tranquility into motion.
Can set a loner’s heart in fire .
“Moon struck” is no joke,no mock,no more a satire.
May rock, may shock,may mock,may end in a a deadly pyre.
Moon rises,sets as per the celestial rule.
Full moon fools the vision,new moon too is so cool.
With the shower of the moon earth gets drenched with molten silvery flood.
Dead moon! What’s it ? Surprised jaws hang down sans a nod.
The Moon may get eclipsed by the shadow of the burning sun.
Let not kill the moon with the words of bards as seen too often.
Moon may rise in the sky, before the sun sets.
A silhouette sans any glow , as it’s destined to have its fate.
As the sun goes down the horizon,the moon again glows.
With mesmerizing reflectv illusive light, beauty again it shows.
©® Dr.Sailabala Dash
