The Bearded Moon

By Adithi Banerjee Tarafdar

The Bearded Moon

Was looking at the moon

The other night

My peculiar imagination

Crafted an image in mind.

What if the moon

Had a white, flowing beard

And a white mane to match

Just like you?

You laughed poet

Listening to the silly me;

Funny, how I compared

The moon to you?

It brightens the sky

And so did you.

You brought the world's focus

To our doorsteps

Yes, you did that

And yes, we revere you.

I think, you know

You still live

Amongst all of us

Through all that you created

We still live you, breathe you.

Sing your songs

And read you.

Visualize you through your drama and theatre

Celebrate you through dances and skits

So it won’t be bad, POET

If I could paint a picture

Of the moon,

Where the moon

Looked, just like you.

By Adithi Banerjee Tarafdar