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
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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Well done, Kritika! Nice write!
Especially “…the poet weights off every night to veil himself with another poem howling between the spaces…” >>>>>>>>>>>>>>wow!
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Thank you so much, Kunal 🙂
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Yaaaay Kritika so wonderful to see you again!!
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Thank you so much, Hector. And apology for replying very late 🙂
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No problem dear Kritika! It is always good to hear from you. All the best!!!
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Thank you, Hector. Hope you are doing good 😀
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Ah! The modest moon! 😁
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Hahaha. Right! Thank you, Prateek.
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Thank you, sir!
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