The Pale Moon Emerged From Dark Clouds
Neither your gold gleam; nor bright silvery luster,
O moon, pale, you've gone ball of grey-dust cluster;
Rusted iron-plate? Glamour-gone brass-globe-gate?
Adulterated alloy? You're dull, in each rate...!
Your emergence from dark gloomy clouds resembled,
Skull of crematorium gray-dust assembled;
Ghost-like frightening! Like paint-gone grave disgusting,
Like devil standing in darkness sharp nails thrusting...!
What do you try to tell me my dearest pale moon?
Has my life turned like irregular desert dune?
Has it reached the end of eventide despair-filled?
Have all goodness in it, by wickedness, got killed...?
Whatsoever you might impart; one thing I'm sure.
My pains and sufferings have grown far beyond cure;
Wretchedness, like field mouse, has, in me made his home,
While my happiness, as though homeless, seems to roam...!
There's hope, yet, O pale Moon emerged from dark clouds!
Though darkness, like carbon canopy, gravely shrouds;
Just like it fails to conceal your sharp piercing rays,
Midst gloom, Almighty will open for me new ways...!
22 July 2022
Copyright © Christuraj Alex | Year Posted 2022
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