The earth laid out the new carpet she had woven
Beckoning me to seat myself on the silky grass
Cool and soft, freshly scented
Caressing my tired limbs, tickling my aching feet.
The firefly with her tiny torch flame
Signaled to me that somebody special
Waited for me behind the palm fronds
Patiently, since twilight, like a love-lorn lover.
Just then a slice of the milky moon
Wedged between the great palm leaves
Peeped out shyly, with her beaming smile
Not sure if I would care enough to notice her.
Wonder-struck at her simple elegance
I gazed, at the sharp tilted edges of her lips
Mesmerized I asked her why she always preferred obscurity
When she should be dancing across the sky.
“Well it’s my full-bodied sister who gets the lime-light
When she makes her appearance, everyone goes wide-eyed
Queen of the skies, she wins over every heart
Poets rave about her brimming beauty
Lovers get drunk as she pours out her glow
When she arises majestically from the horizon
She can cast a spell and weave magic the whole night
Me, I am just her poor homely sibling
With not even half her talent and beauty.”
I suddenly became aware of my own short-comings
For never acknowledging this simple, modest child
Who timidly tries to shine nevertheless
Sending across her pale moonbeams
As far possible as her frail body can.
“You’re a poet, I wondered if…..” she hesitated
“I wondered if you could put in a word for me.”
A feeling of shame crept up on me
How many crescent moons do we ignore?
A society applauding rich megalomaniacs
Where simplicity and authenticity get side-lined
I vowed I would attend to the lesser ones
Who too crave for a kind loving word
Who would thrive and shine in their own light
Given a place and a space to nourish their art.
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