A Meeting With The Moon
I was in company, but at that time, alone,
by Saheb Mohapatra
I was lonely on my bed,
My eyes too turned red
Every time when the hills kissed the sun.
Soon after, I found an orb calling me out,
Up above the rice fields,
The domain where the pearls are yield.
Shrinking and growing on nature's every shout.
I gazed and gazed,
Yet my eyes were shut.
But with their help, I shared my heart
Until, with her, my eyes were embed.
When I eyed on her, she flew away, leaving me beneath the blue.
I really wish I could be up there too.