The Moon Poem by Susanta Pattnayak

When dark drops down through the pine pins
And when a baby dove
Closes herself to her mother's warm wings
Then, through the stripes of the coconut leaves
The moon
Descends on earth, onto the darkness
With glorious bright lily hues
And, perhaps in shame or in fear
The darkness hides itself
In the narrow corner of some lonely cave
Or recedes to the thin cover of some wild bush

When, I stand mesmerized look
At the zebra stripes
Of the coconut leaves
Up against the sky.