Clear orange sky filled with the parting grief
For sun who left because of the secrets to keep.
Since the day of their marriage the sun
And the moon did the things accordingly to turns.
Day is the time when the sky belongs to sun
And moon obeys it as if she had learnt
That their exists a mutual will between them
Over the sky and day was the time when sun burnt.
While the moon strolled the sky at night
They do so, so that they never run into a fight.
They both understand the depth of this agreement
And are aware of the consequences arose due to un-fulfillment.
They keep on monotonously spinning in circles
Keeping in mind that the time they share is ample.
And things went on smooth just like a bliss
Until I heard them fighting when it was eclipse.
~AshishK.
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The Long Road To Home
PoetryA collection of 50 poems composed by me, aka Ashish Khare. These are the ones I wrote during lockdown. Here, I talk about feelings like loneliness, incomplete love and even patriotism. Give these a read!
