Watching The Dying Moon!
Jayanta Oinam *
The planetary movements
The rising of the sun and glowing of the moon
And the whims of mortals; as
Good sermons on the creation,
It invokes me my infatuation.
By the threshold on a procreation
I observed too long to called it a living,
For another universe, with many a stars, and
Inconsequential moons, with more creatures
Calling for life, living everywhere
In the universe!
My nights are lonesome,
Even more are the stars
They blink unto themselves
And the dying moon, in my sky
I create numerous paintings, with
Falling stars and congregations of monsters
On virtues of having a world within the grasp of a mind,
In the mind of a poet, like my dreams
On a busy traffic, beggars, limbs, luster and waiting!
I see everything, in the night,
While watching the dying moon!
* Poem written by Jayanta Oinam ( a regular contributor to e-pao.net) . The poet can be contacted at jayanta_oinam(at)rediffmail(dot)com . You can also check out his blog at Leitmotif
This poem was webcasted on December 28, 2009.
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