By Mahek Bathija
My moon is lost
And I can’t look at it anymore
Amidst the emotions and amidst the crowd
My voice is crying out loud
My emotions consuming me deep
Over the turtled neck sea of barren thoughts
This heart yearns to see you
While clicking the portraits and views
Differently identical stories keep us pertained
Similarly distinct tales are worth recalling
The absence consumes me from the inside
For you not being on my side
My moon is lost
And I can’t find it anymore
By Mahek Bathija