During its Absence

Not all evenings you get a glimpse of the moon

It may be disappointing, but somewhere in the heart you feel assured

Of its presence; probably, feels diminished by the gloominess

Those gloomy eyes may have been pleading too much

The changing tempers of the moon can be traced back to the cosmic feelings

Seasons of the universe casts lesser light on this world

Today, it may not be appropriate to prod, but the stars are still visible

Even your heart rests between the rush of life

Those sparkles and a large-hearted sky provides that freedom

To slacken a little and enjoy the memories of the moon

~Amitav