Indifferent

Enamored by its bewitching sight
and a pinch of his own melancholy,
the poet weights off every night
to veil himself with another poem
howling between the spaces,
But the moon never apologies
for all the nights it goes missing;
the moon never appreciates
his presence on all the nights.

– Kritika Vashist

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11 thoughts on “Indifferent

  1. Well technically Moon is always the same, it is just the observer on Earth, who sees it differently, hence the Moon doesn’t bother may be ?

    Nice poem Kritika, the nib of your pen is stronger today, with a deeper ink.

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