Poetry at Sangam

SangamHouse

 










Another Moon Poem

The crescent moon
– a back stabber
robbing the night of light
leaves of animation
darkening silence
bundling kohl into pillows.
 
Tears, the oldest ink
writing in Braille
matters of the heart
for none to see.
 
The crystal-tipped
sickle moon
a sign word for
gone.

 
 
 
← Vinita Agrawal