Moonshine Blues

The moon is so lucky,

It gets to nap around clouds so soft, 

Rest it's head, 

And still stay aloft.

Fly in the sky jet black

And make the children on earth, 

Dreams of things so radiant.

I wish I could snap my fingers 

And give the gift of light 

To our lovely planetoid

Because it fulfills the dreams of millions

But still lives in solitude

In the unending black sky. 

It stays hanging in the air, 

For hours at end. 

We murmur soft praises when it changes colours and sizes,

But never realize, 

That those might get lost in space, 

The black empty space, 

Where the moon lives alone, so alone. 

But then I cognize 

Aren't we, the people, 

The same as the moon? 

We talk to each other, not letting our guards down, 

Try our best to shine for our kinfolk, 

While hiding our deepest fears, 

And never letting them see our dark side. 

Do you see how similar you are? 

To the white pumpkin in the sky, 

The one that you always look up to 

But never comprehend 

That you are the moon of your life, 

The one who shines bright,

Surrounded by people, 

Yet lone, so lone. 

Illustration by: Vanshika Mukherjee

Written by : Vanshika Mukherjee