AS Moon I enjoyed my moments
in spite of my waning fortnights.
When Romeo blamed my light
as billowing his desperate romantic ember
I smiled at his love-sick plight.
When Omar Khayyam did plaudit
that I heartened his poetic craft,
I did inflect a wholehearted lilt.
When a sneaky burglar cursed
that my waxed nights played a spoil sport
on his professional pursuits
I laughed aloud with a glistering taunt.
But what I saw tonight
depressed my spirits, beyond thought!
Here is a beggar in the street
running without food, his third night…
bleary eyed; half-swooned
and sinking further into a blissful faint…
pushed his feeble hands aloft
to catch me…thinking that
I was a well-roasted ‘roti’ to eat! !
I wept, wept and wept my heart out!
and left in shame the night abrupt
to hide behind the cloud curtains!
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