The Lunar Epic

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The Lunar Epic

The Epic set first in ages,
when time was yet to feature.
Earth amongst the only bystanders.
Else, no other creature.

The anecdote is anticipated to be
more than about billions of years old.
Though, the scenario repeats every fortnight,
it has never been actually told.

First to appear, was sun, father so grand,
with a brood of daughters, of almost nine.
His face; so bright and dazzling with pride,
and always offered a smile in its shine.

All alone, yet so valorous and unwavering,
that it inspired life on Earth.
With the first petals which bloomed,
blossomed a few more motives of mirth.

The brightest entity in the dark vicinity,
guided fellows with light, like a pope.
So that others never lost, instead gained more,
what we say as, “rays of hope”.

But the solar spirit, couldn’t sustain
its shine, soon after the sundown.
Moon then facilitated the Sun.
Borrowing light from him, furnishing own.

With million of stars there in the sky,
it was still dark at night.
but not after there intervened
divine moonlight.

The daughter of Earth,
young in millions than the sun.
However unslept since ages,
for the task to be done.

For its light, unlike the sun’s,
which was itself for shade.
It rather inspired many a admirers,
devotees, poets’ pen-blade.

The Solar toil, then unappreciated,
by the flowing sweat drops by noon.
The abhorrent sun rose in detestation
against the adolescent moon.

All had seen the power of sunlight,
now it was its power in shadow.
That it castes onto the gorgeous moon.
So that it resembled a widow.

It all started with parts of moon
fading away, black, off the sphere.
And prolonged for a fortnight,
until it entirely disappeared.

The Sun, but also lend
the moon some light.
So that he could rest,
and moon could toil for him at night.

And the events continues since the history,
repeating the sequence.
The Apollo trying to dominate,
While the moon, answering through silence.

A similar tale in present times,
is when you feed both, a dog and a man.
The first one never swindles.
But the other perhaps one can.

***

Savla Viral L.

I would have been Happier..

I would have been happier

I would have been happier
if unable to understand,
What someone kept thinking
under infamous foeish brand.

I would have been happier
if someone could feel my tone.
When I never said or
when those words left me alone.

I would have been happier
if someone wouldn’t hesitate,
To let me read the pages of smiles
and sighs inscribed in his book of fate.

But, I should have been happier
even if this doesn’t turn true.
When white is a plain colour,
made out of a seven hue.

***

Savla Viral L.

Better

Better

I knew myself as a person,
always better than the other.
For my words: I expected respect;
For others’, I never offered a bother.

Being a poet with my pen
fueled by wiser thoughts.
I learnt to cast: myself as an Orchid;
others as the yields of droughts.

‘The One’, bestowed to the civilizations,
with a mission of urgency.
‘The One’, who has to change the world.
Regarding self as ‘The One’ better of supremacy.

Then there were persons to be met,
there were some words to be read.
The words which made me realize
and reconsider what I previously said.

Realizing that I was better.
Better to a person who was ‘Good’.
I was ‘The One’ who was better,
Not the Best, I later understood.

‘The One’, with a mission in hand.
To be accomplished with integrity
‘The One’, who has to bring changes to self,
before blaming the fraternity.

***

Savla Viral L.