The ageless moon

Wandering moon inspiring nostalgia among the displaced

The Ageless Moon

The moon

Reflected in the cold puddles,

Left by the retreating winter rain,

Seen by Li Bai, centuries before

In the Middle Kingdom,

Or,

 Keats, wandering

In the industrialized England,

Searching love and understanding,

A futile quest for a poet,

In every age and nation;

The same moon,

Reminds the lonely traveller,

A sales man going to various towns,

And living alone, in hotel rooms or, upon his return,

In a stuffy shared room, sixth floor, dilapidated building,

In a dark and coughing, crowded Indian metro,

Of an ancestral home that is buried in memories

And very, very far

Away in a small Northern town, amid ruins,

But now---

No longer a home, to a man, searching home;

Moon, ageless and same,

Wandering every night,

Distant cities and nations,

Reminds

A young coy Indian bride,

Of her loving parental home,

Where they wait, two people,

The aging mother-father

For an only daughter who can not

Return so easily to a place,

Where her early youth

Is enshrined in every waiting room.

 

 

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

The ending is really nice . Well penned poem.