The Moon: A Saga

The Moon: A Saga 

Poets say, the moon bears a stain,
Yet in its smile, wonder rains.
A mother lifts her crying child with care,
Showing the moon — a sparkle in their stare.

In hearts of lovers, night blooms quietly,
As silent thoughts shine in silver poetry.
The moon once smiled in a playful breeze,
But for Ganesha, it turned to grief on Chaturthi’s eve.

When fasts end, a gentle light ascends,
Memories glow, the waiting never ends.
Wives pray with love for their husbands' grace,
Their longing lit in the midnight’s embrace.

When “Shakti Sthal” was etched in lunar stone,
India rose, claiming the moon its own.
Neither Indra’s nor Surya’s brilliance may remain,
But the moon shall forever in human hearts sustain.

GR kaviyoor 
10 06 2025

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