Sunday Poem By Dattatreya Datta

Moon : Mom

Tony! Tony!
Come to the balcony
Look at the sky.

Pa! Pa!
What’s tha’; Circled, yellow, gleaming glittery article,
Round like glass of a spectacle,
Like the tire of a bicycle.

It is Moon;
Beauty of the sky, glory of the time, night’s sweetest boon.
Your Mom leading her life over there, above –
Looking after you,
Don’t be sad; she will come to you soon,
Fill your heart with the warmth of love.

See! See!
Moon is crying! My mom is crying!
Her face is drenched out of tears
Proved is on that yellow surface; partly black –
Is mom the queen of moon;
wearing a crown on her head like the queen of a dark history shining by her own glory,
Seems she is burdened under that crown, I can feel the pain of the moon : mom –
why the sky doesn’t let the moon to come down, to us
I swear, I will never send her back.
Look at the sky!
It’s glaring me with thousands of twining, beaming eye’
Oh! Who is that?

That’s called nocturnal bat;
Who is known for its better sight,
Flies at the night,
Rules in dark over the sky –
Up, above and high.

Sky?
There moon is lie
O! tiny little creature –
Can you get to hear?
Did you travel to moon?
Did you ever converse with moon?
Did she ask anything about me?
Could you ask her to come down, soon!
You better give me your wings,
I will fly through the sky
Like the fairies in high.
Wait! Who are you? Intruder?
You ominous flying monster you are covering the moon, unable to see –
Moon! Moon!
Oh, you uninvited guest!
Who gave you the license?
Moon is my mom, it is mine! Belongs to mine! Only mine –

Seems the guest whose name is cloud doesn’t like that remark
It gets thick, starts rumbling in rage and shooting thunder from its gory eyes,
Then it flaunts itself in pride and burst into tears –

Tony! Tony!
Still outside! Come inside,
It’s cold.
Don’t be sad, moon will rise again –
Tomorrow, maybe in another spectacular day in future!

Father!
My head is panging, body is shivering, I am feeling cold.
Am I sick father?
Where is mom?
Where is moon?
Everywhere is dark
I need my moon back –

O, darling!
Why did you leave that blossom of the dawn?
This innocent flower is trying to find its energy within the moonlit
How the flower is?
Moon! … your reflection will disappear soon