Me And The Moon Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

The half moon appears
Bleak with a deep cut
That runs from end to end
With a little curve and short

It takes shelter in me
As if in the mid of a tour
As I lie lifeless waiting
For her on the lap of a moor

Through gaps in foliage
I watch claws of a cloud
Gnawing at the innocent moon
Devouring slowly with a sound

With the moon I weep
I have a cut too in my heart
Deep enough to run to the core
Spilling blood from the start

So my moon, my friend,
Come down to rest by me
Not we but let the love seek us
Forget the pain, live life free