ON THE MOON
Though blemished though art, but not for me.
Who can see the beauty behind the dark.
Thy hidden haunts of innocence which lie;
Unravished by the rude rays of the Sun.
So calm , so serene , ye the lap of peace.
If nothing in thee is stirred by life.
Nothing in thee is silenced by death.
If no roars of laughter heard,
No screams of pain.
A study – beyond these limits ;
A treasure – rich in silence.
No crawling creatures,
No growing plants.
No flights of birds,
No devilish haunts.
A death – without a force.
A life – without a breath.
But I felt a pulse, when my eyes.
Kissed thy milky forms.
# Rajesh Pandey
# Rajesh Pandey
