With good part of the moon eaten
By a shadow of our earth mother,

We are one up on good old moon
Who mocked our stomach excess

When we looked down at our feet .
We click broken face in the night

And pickle it in disc for a revenge.
But we are abolishing our shadow

As we look down at our feet below
And now we espy in the east of sky

Stretchmarks like we find at night
On our mother’s child soft tummy,

And we see him back all of piece
Grinning behind waving coconut.


About nisheedhi

Retired banker with poetry and photography as chief interests
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