Let Me Be Your Moon
Slightly brown, pink and dead
in union with four eyes
Conspired with..
Dream-to vision,Pain-to define
All of this
to create words to impress you...
Only....if it was easy Mom !
It is hard to say if it is real for me..
As daily routine progresses.
I am the same, yet not me
Pretense at best- to say the least.
I look out of window
the park, the runs..
I wish you saw the same.
in solace....
The moon is lit, as if celebrating the silvers
Sent me a note- that life is content
It's the way we see it
Be it scars, or light- our call!
So allow me be Moon for you
Allow me to note your messages
Though far away your soul from me
Yet close enough to feel you breathe.
~Rumi
Copyright © Swati Sinha | Year Posted 2015
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