Blue Moon

When a rare thing takes place
When extraordinary event happens
When something unusual happens
We call it “a blue moon” event
Why so…
Blue Moons are seldom there
But Unusual things do happen
Over which we have no control
Over which we have no say
Over which nothing can be said
Peculiar thing, not heard
Peculiar thing not seen
Like a Blue Moon not sighted
Like a Blue Moon no one has seen
Such things cannot be classified
As anything by humans
So long friends…
Wait for such a Blue Moon….

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Well. I am interested in Carnatic Music. Used to be a vociforous reader in Tamil and English books and novels. Compose English Poems at times.
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Savi Mani

nice poem, liked it ………


Felt good to read it.

Nadeem Qazilbash

Some random thoughts dear poet, sending us on a wildgoose chase to happiness or darkness, depending on where we started. We might just come upon a pot of gold in this chase once in a blue moon.


Good poem. Immense happy to read such a worthy poem. Best Wishes.


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