Moon And The Poet's Heart

By Sakina Kanchwala

Somedays I become the lines of my own poetry, Happy and full of melody, Somedays I am the spaces between them, Pain that is unuttered vocally.

Somedays I am the full moon, Full of light for which admirers swoon, Somedays the half , crescent or to disappear in gloom, To crawl back into my own cocoon.

Is there a difference between the moon and a poet's heart,

Both are never constant in form or art,

Both appear close to the beholder but are miles apart,

Yet their distance is the disguise for their melancholic part.

By Sakina Kanchwala