Treasure Island

bhupender swarnakar

(2-10-1995 / earth)

Moon


Everyone likes your shade white
Everyone likes your artificial light
Everyone likes to stair at you
Because you like to care for those few

You are a sign and symbol of romance
You are a place under which one will like to dance
You are a charming prince not duck
That keeps shinning by sunlight due to luck

You are so far, that not even a car,
Can come closer to you, to properly view
The creatures created on you
Those are actually very few.

Very very high, above the sky,
I don’t know why, you just fly and fly.
Your shape and size, sometimes rise
And at times falls so can u not erect a stable wall

I just want to hop into your park of cream
As you are a monument of my dream
You are a thing people dream to touch
You are a thing that I love very much

Submitted: Sunday, April 18, 2010

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