The Moon Poem by Lenin Meitei Thingujam

When I was small,
I was not so tall.
Used to go with mama dear,
To the park with my teddy bear.
On the first evening, as we were returning,
With my mama talking and singing.
Noticed a white spot in the sky,
Partially hiding in the sky as if shy.
Mama called it the moon
And said it was a God`s boon.

Were busy guarding, the twinkling stars,
Their beautiful queen in a war.
Clasped mama`s hand hard,
My heart thumping hard,
As a shot fired soon
And almost hit the moon.
A relief it was to see no more shots,
Other than the spot and the twinkling dots.
Was praising the gallant stars in my heart,
Looking at their queen from the lap of Mother Earth.
Only then, noticed a thing.
As if it had wings,
The moon was gliding towards us
And I cried, “Mama! The moon is following us”.