Moon
I'm playing, I‘m climbing
I'm singing, I'm gossiping
I‘m dancing, I‘m dying
She is so close to me
My relation with her
Not new,
She is loved by all
Such a nice face she has
Ever young, ever youth
I loved her from my child hood
When I used to ask with my Granny
"Why she is always moving with me
Wherever I go, she goes with me? "
"She is a friend of yours.".
Now I'm not a Baby
That kid hid in me
Somewhere and lost
I can't disclose to thee//
Once in my dream
Where there is a mosque
Near to my home, just right of it
If looked from my home/
She hung along with the rubies
In a glass like cage
Above the ground
Like a laden tree
I threw a stone
It broke the cage
Rubies scattered all round
Near the door of the mosque
She vertically climbed and went
Where she supposed to be
I picked up a red ruby
I was happy...
When I woke up
Searched the Stone...
Nothing was there except
Haunted memories
Now I'm asking a question
Whether I loved her or not?
Or it means something
Unknown to me.....
O Moon! O Mirror!
How can I see my face in thy face///.
poem by Aftab Alam Khursheed
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