It's neither full moon, nor supermoon
But the moon is brighter than usual
You know why?
It's because every Indian gazes upon
the moon with pride filled eyes
From growing up listening
to the cooked up moon stories of grannies
To seeing our lander vikram soft landing
Our hearts are full,
For we embraced a success uncanny
The Chandrayan not only carried
the Vikram, Prayag and payloads
But also the dreams of
millions of people
And endeavours of thousands of scientists
Enduring many sleepless nights
Sacrificing their health and family time
Our diligent scientists confronted a lot
Ergo, Chandrayan touched the moon
And so our India
By virtue of scientists' agility
Bearing great responsibilities
The Vikram landed on the moon
And stands tall
And so our India
Kudos to the team ISRO
Thank you!!!! You make us proud!!!
Categories:
payloads, appreciation, moon, pride,
Form: Free verse
Words,
a mouthful of sonic projectiles,
little payloads of hurt,
rage-tipped,
enough pain
to stop any assailant,
ready to explode into the
few feet of air between
you and the target,
punch through,
expand.
No entry wound,
no exit wound,
all internal trauma,
capping verbal crossfire
in a little
domestic drama.
Split-second decision.
Do you pull the trigger,
claim victory,
and concede a kind of defeat?
Or do you uncock the hammer,
knowing there'll be
casualties,
one at
each
end?
Categories:
payloads, abuse, anger, feelings, hurt,
Form: Free verse