O…. You Moon Poem by Dhiren Doley

O…. you Moon
One night in the beginning of autumn
You came down with your beauty full
To the garden of rose
Planted I for someone to come.
I mistook, if it were you
Who the meadows of my garden waited to
I spread the carpet of longing emotion
That had been weaved in the depth of my soul
Observed I, your eyes were suddenly curious-
Who planted such a garden of thorn
When I saw that your eyes burnt red
And you pinched your stars to insult me
I was very true, it’s really you
Whom I, throughout my youth, waited to
O.. you Moon
Burn me in your anger down
Let me dissolve into
Mist, that’s ever trampled
O… you Moon