Lunar Eclipse
There was this man overtly obsessed
Thought the mystique moon he possessed
A poet, on the wings of muse he flew
Riding the moonbeams of his own he knew.
So in the dark night of the lunar eclipse
When the masked moon went out of his grips
He became so sad that in dismal dismay
Threw all his moon starved poems far away.
But as the full silver disc appeared once again
He melted in the moonlight his agony and pain
With the moondust he made his image poetic
People said the moonstruck man is a lunatic.
June 12, 2018
For Brian Strand's Contest All Yours (Mar 24)
Copyright © Subimal Sinha-Roy | Year Posted 2018
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