Sitting on the roof, I often wonder at night...
When the sky is clear and the moon is in sight...
This moon has dark craters, but we call it beauty, why?
It must shine and stay happy, and not be dark and cry...
I wonder why the moon has its phases...
Where one day it dissolves completely and isn't seen...
But the next day onwards, it rises again and slowly becomes full...
It really looks like the moon in its low hasn't been...
I then sit, drops falling from my eyes, like a dew...
And think, " Isn't it true for humans like Me and You, too? "
- Sahil Dhobale.
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is about the moon. Humans are compared to the moon. It deals basically with beauty and phases. Never give up. Thank You for reading this poem. I will keep writing for you all. Thank You.
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