The Moon drank the stars of her sky,
under that sky, now, only darkness lie.
The sun stole the brightness from her mornings,
"how dull you are without me", to her is his scorning.
She raised, baltering with all her grace,
midst her miseries she smiled; the darkness in her embraced.
An universe she made,
walking through all that thick wade.
She shone in dark,
turning down the mouths of all that barked.
She decorated an epitome so vague,
with standing against the society's ritual plague.
An universe with no stars,
as gazers would know how to see the stars if they are behind the bars.
How to see light when it's all dark,
how to design a sky of your dreams stars for lark.
Hope you all are doing well.
the stars of her sky- her hopes
the brightness of her sky- her opportunities
thick wade- here it refers to all that struggle she was stuck in.
society's ritual plague- to drag down people who are working for their dreams with their harsh comments, that kills people's dreams.
lark- for fun.
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Drowning on Land
PoetryThe "Drowning on Land" is a collection of poems and quotes expressing little, but vital details we all learn while stepping in for various responsibilities. Its great in expanding the ideal beauty and vivid image of suffering, joy, yearning, courage...
