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Moon Of The Yore

Noted Nest

By Damini Banerjee


Does the moon bewitch you?

Betwixt the archaic passion of the poet,

And genius of mankind sprouting creations new-

Touching the surface of the moon 

Uncovering mysteries it held against the night;

Does musing on it's beauty make one seem a loon?

Oh! When I clap my eyes on a full moon night,

The trees underneath wearing a black cloak

And bats flying past the lamp, full and bright-

It stirs up an image I saw in my childhood dreams 

Where witches and wizards worked their charms

And forests gave way to moonlit streams.

I wish to set sail for that arcane land

On the moonlit stream, blitzed in charms

Alas, such mysteries are not for the ones who 'understand'

It is left for the poets and artists to feel.

Not all enigma are the ones to be solved;

Some are left in the childhood for the heart to heal.


By Damini Banerjee

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