My World

I am a little soul from the land of Mahabharatha. Sometimes, I feel like Kunti, the Mother of Pancha Pandhav. Often I would feel the torment of Draupadi in the hand of Dushashanas. I like to go back and see with my own eyes an era that had given us a storyline...My World..

Thursday, May 11, 2006

SUN AND THE MOON

Farewell, the Sun sang as it whisked away
Down and down behind the mountains it lay
Waiting for the moon to come and stay
And for people to realize that night had come, gone was the day.
The moon came in wearing a pretty white gown
Her hair was set like that of a crown
The Sun before leaving embraced her and ‘lo’
She seemed to be wrapped in a fiery glow.
He travelled and travelled till a place he reached
Where just animals growled and bats screeched
There he alighted and settled for the day
And the country changed when it was touched by the Sun’s ray.
The Sun waited and waited for the inevitable to follow
And just at time the moon appeared, not a moment slow.
The Sun laughed and said as he took her hands
You will always follow me as I travel through the lands.
The moon just smiled and whispered to the sky
The Sun will never know what game I’m playing on the sly
He reaches the places where I light up for him to see
And before he notices I always flee
However much independent, however smug he be
He will never settle in a place without help from me.

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