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THE MOON

By Shalmali Abhyankar in Poems » Short
Updated 22:46 IST Jul 28, 2017

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People stare at me with ease and admiration; 
Some perhaps with envy and annoyance.
 
Impeccable to some I seem from far away,
Come closer would then you see
My darkness and all my flaws.
 
Regard me at the top,
Some consider me their pal, some their foe.
 
Some call me a halo of perfection,
Some an imbecile ball of glowing obtuse
The way people distinguish leaning on visages.
 
I've got dark speckles and an unwanted shine;
Even my light isn't my own .
I'm not truthful, I lie all the time;
 
Eyes blue and black and green watch the stars every night
But only the cheeks with teardrops mark my existence amid them,
Then they say some presences are only meant to be felt.
 
Some call the stars my pals
Some link me to the clouds
But none seem to fathom, what they really are;
They're all so embellished!
 
All so endeavoring, got a halo of their own;
I'm not envious at all, but all very feeble.
I struggle throughout monsoon,
Yeah, I'm just the moon...
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Sunanda Kesavadas 30-Jul-2017 18:09

Hi Shalmali,
This was great.

I didn't quite get these two verses:

Some an imbecile ball of glowing obtuse
The way people distinguish leaning on visages.

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Since imbecile and obtuse have similar meanings (takes time to understand). Also, "leaning on visages". Did you mean that people rely on the outer appearance to make assessments about others.

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