Friday, April 10, 2009

The Moon

Whenever I see the moon, I ask the same question from him.
How long you have been here?
How many lives you have seen coming to this world, spending time under your light
and then leaving this world without any trace?
You come everyday with different colors and beauty but I remain same.
You shower love and light but I don't allow that light to enlighten me.
You give me clue for peace but I am so engrossed in my restlessness.
You don't say a single word but I tell you thousands of stories.
You are getting younger every passing day but I am getting old and tired.
Do you get angry on me or laugh seeing sheer wastage of life.

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