Friday, 12 December 2014

No Moon.

"Where's the moon?" she said one night,
While driving with her parents. 
There was no moonlight like you would imagine there to be,
Just the city lights and reflectors. 

Sky too polluted to see even a speck of a star, 
She longed to see the one whom the lullabies were set on. 

She wondered what it actually was -
Large,
White,
Looked like it was sad. 

Large,
White, 
Looked like it was glad. 

Imagined if there were people there too,
Looking at her
Just like she was looking at them. 

She couldn't wait to know more 
But she'd have to wait. 

She reached home and Googled it,
Just one word – moon.
But being a student of grade 4,
She’d have to get into bed soon.

Bookmarking the tab,
Yes, she was technologically savvy.

Washing her face, she wondered,
And she wondered some more, while brushing her teeth,
And during the bed time story too.

She dreamt about the moon that night,
And yes, it was all very bright.

She wondered what it actually was -
Large,
White,
Looked like it was sad. 

Large,
White, 
Looked like it was glad. 

"Where's the moon?" she said one night,
While driving with her parents. 

There was no moonlight like you would imagine there to be,
Just the city lights and reflectors. 

- Ragini Zutshi Anand

(Not my photography, credits: UNKNOWN)