Sunday Poem: The Missing Moon

Sunday Poem: The Missing Moon

On Earth,

There were days and nights,

Usual, ordinary, and regular; but

There came a time when

The days grew longer, the nights shrank; and

Then the nights stretched, and the days vanished.

I asked the sun, “Where is the day?”

He replied, “The moon stole it.”

“Where is the moon?” I inquired.

He answered, “She is hiding.”

“Where?” I asked.

“Somewhere between you and me,” was his response.

I wondered, “But why?”

“You can ask when you find her,” he answered plainly.

Since then,

I have been looking for the moon.

(Arun Sahu is Ambassador of India to Bulgaria and North Macedonia)

 

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