When the moon melts
And its pulchritude dissolves in the soil,
The blanket of darkness shrouds this world,
And covets the fragrance of toil.
Cold chills shivers down the bones,
Warmth is repudiated within the parched breaking stones.When the moon melts,
The sapphire dust no longer gleams on the inky waves.
The shore turns dim,
And this world is again shrouded by grim.
Enmity cowers down rectitude,
And the cold wind freezes fortitude.When the moon melts
And the night leaves no longer glitz,
The dark path lays before these forlorn eyes.
The waned frames get lost in a dark maze,
And wander with blinded eyes with addle and daze.
Altruism breaks ties with this world -
Augmenting the perpetual power-craze.When the moon melts
The parched sand sucks away vitality from this vessel.
This frame craves for a drop of water,
As it is starving from thirst -
For benignity and trust.
But this tongue is dried,
Since magnanimity is tied -
In the hands of enmity.When the moon melts,
Canibals triumph over this world.
Solace perishes along the moon,
Like the retreating harmattan.
Nature relinquishes her progenies,
As animosity resides among all the hearts;
Apathy builds its abode in the chasm -
That shall exhort the humanity to fall apart.
Theme of the poem :Apathy shown by nature is paralleled with animosity residing within mankind. In this poem, the moon is symbolised as an embodiment of sympathy.
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𝘉𝘰𝘴𝘰𝘮 𝘗𝘢𝘭𝘴 - A Collection Of Poems 🪶
PoetryEmbrace poetry as your bosom pal, and swim in an exquisite linn of emotions ✿~~~~~~ ✒️ An anthology of poetry and a garland of lines concocted in my reveries . 🌹 Cover Credit : @D. Lawliet