Moon my self-A poem
Moon (my inner self)
Isolated in the outer space
Bound in motion, by the earth
Appearing bright and luminous from far
But the rapturous glances are only a deceit for the earthlings, far far away
For they are unaware of the actual surface of the moon;
As dry as sand, as cold as ice, scar-ridden, hollow holes
A barren grey desert, with no atmosphere, no life, no hope
Infact its not luminous, just a reflective of the sun.
Despite being dry and barren, it holds a strong disposition
its existence, crucial for the survival of the earth;
its ability to attract and control tidal patterns
Illuminating the dark sky
A unique focal point
The twenty-eight day cycle, of total obscureness and re-emergence
only adds to its exuberating beauty, mystifying its character,
accelerating curiosity, in the minds of the observers, about this
hard to reach beauty.
But the irony holds,
the real surface is merely an infertile, lifeless desert