Rain-Moon Poem by Pranab K Chakraborty

rain-moon touched my forehead
when I looked above
beyond my imagination it could be
but believe it happened

white clouds scattered on the sky-blue
it was a divine look I got when looked at sky
so near so deep so the warm its appearance
poet felt spell-bound to utter a single word nice

simply bicycle was my companion
the road was free of traffic
only a dog white made me stop
her latrine urge was so intense
it prayed for a sense to give back
my sense on the surface

a night so delighted never seen it before
never experienced moon so dear
to hug me as woman sometimes desired
a single word nice I could not utter
with bold voice to stir the night my own!

Pranab k c
04/09/3014