THE MOON

by

Durlabh Singh

The moon
Oh catch the moon
Put a noose in its nose
Bring it back to harness
The icy wilderness of the noon
Sprinkle it with flowered dew.

Catch it before it runs
To the penumbra of sun
Oh run and run to recover
From suffoction of grief & bart
Stiffen its dust with tears
Or the ceremonial flood
Of the tidings of the present
The anti poetic
Peregrin of the sedged cart
The olibanum of the crushed heart.

The moon, oh catch the moom
Catch it before it runs
To the hilliard mansion
The septic pun
Where the master of hounds sleeps
With his metallic face turned to wall
Where under the greenish shadows
Shines the dool.

The moon
Oh catch the moon
Catch it before it runs
To the penumbra of the sun.

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