Quarter Moon

The quarter moon has arrived on seaside,
The carved bay being limited by sandline
Is quite pleased with saline touch
And is watched carelessly by drowsy moon.
The breathing silence of distant forest,
Feels happy for not being assailed by wavy crest, then
On its endless posture to dry field
Fashions noisy rides on sea air, back endearing coastal care.
The land is asleep, an unfathomable sleep.
No promises appear near nor any dashing guts
To awake these dead sailors,
Save marching ignorance and abyss.
The sea is alive, quite alive even at night!
Filtering the staple ignorance on spare sands, then
Talking with night air about a distant holy light
Rushes back to sleepy vault.
The quarter moon on bay watch,
Accompanied by faint moon beams kissing the rocks,
Leaving the vast lighted land to blind mortals
Who in ever blind wants, fall like petals, not immortals

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Laya Sarath
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Wonderful…I must say that there is nothing more invigorating than a quarter moonlight and the seashore…..so pleasant the scene is…perfectly penned 🙂

hk
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great poem…… keep writing.

asoke kumar mitra
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very nice write,,,,,,,,,,, keep on brother

Nadeem Qazilbash
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Us lesser mortals and our desires! Alas, if we did not have wants we would have immortality.

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