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The Sun and The Moon

 The sun hid behind the rounded tops 

Of the green hills that stretch across

The land.

Its vibrant rays peeked through the cracks 

Between the consistent hills

And the rays painted the sky.

The sun dipped low and disappeared 

Carrying away its coloured rays

Along with it.

The moon bobbed up

Slowly and attained its greatest height 

And illuminated the night sky.

And it shone its heart out

Quietly expressing gratitude to the more 

Vibrant sun.

The sun is not one who would pilfer

All splendour to itself,

But the sun is one who shares.

The sun shines upon the moon 

And its rays the moon would reflect

Casting the stars into the shadows.

The moon, oh does it wish 

To once meet the sun to thank it

In person.

And oh, did the moon wonder

If the sun realised just how much

The moon appreciated the sun's munificence.

The next day, as the sun replaced the moon,

The moon took longer to set back down

And took the moment -

To stay with the sun 

For a few brief hours 

Hoping the sun knew what the moon implied.

The moon may never know

Never know if the sun understood

And thus, after lingering behind

It disappeared back to where it is

When we don't see it.


Nonetheless,

Whether or not the sun knows that

The moon is indebted to it,

The moon continued to feel grateful 

Grateful to the sun

Quietly 

Carrying the feeling 

In its heart.

Comments

  1. Oh my God Shriyan! What a fabulous imagination !! You have beautifully portrayed that meeting of sun and moon in the horizon , and moon lingering around to thank the sun! What a unique way to describe that lovely hour of the morning! The chirping of the birds and the clicking of the cicadas also join the moon in welcoming the sun , making it the most beautiful hour of the day! You have given an unparalleled example of gratitude.
    I really cherish this poem da pattu kanna! You have really outdone yourself with this poem, chellam ❤️❤️❤️
    Loads and loads of love to you kannama ,
    Shyam Aunty

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  2. Excellent expressions of the inner feelings of a human in the poetic form and using your imagination coining trough words comparing sun and moon and ending with the message about gratitude ,
    Really Shriyandhaa you are too good and talented. I thank God for gifting me wonderful grand daughter
    From Pushpa Patti

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  3. Super di. Nicely written

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  4. Gratitude says it all whether understood by the recipient or not , Gratitude pays when you show it and that is why the Moon is great in its own way, for every creation of HIS is unique and beautiful. Loved your choice of words and the array of thoughts.

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  6. Superb imagination. ,brought out in a neatly studded poetry. Great work. Best wishes to you Shriyandha.
    From Pushkala paati

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