the moon

this is something i cooked up during one of my many ho boy....here we go again...... evening highway trips to hyderabad.....i chose to listen to this megalomaniac poet ! represent the moon as a leader, a true one......who chose his duty above his heart......






lighting up the unknown, in that azure sky
along with many, but alone and high
the moon is the king for everyone to see
revered by all, feared yet loved is he


shines, a beacon of hope and happiness sent
smiles on the misfortuned, burnt or bent
guides when none would come forth to
punishes when faith dips so far, so few


times did come when our king was felled
humans we, in blossoms-parching dwelled
but he rises again, never losing to defeat
and bigger he rises, in victory hes complete


what sacrifices made ! heart turned stone
the love he yearned, was what left him lone
the maiden who stole his heart, all did see
was the lass of the earth, the easterly sea


alas she became, the suns bride of good
love couldn't be lost, her waves stood
in rage the god banished him, to dark side
her folly now at moonlight, draws a tide


yet he leads, all of earths child, silent
his duty came forth, honor never bent
lighting up the unknown, in that azure sky
along with others, but alone and high