It was a moonlit night
And there by hangs a tale
Under the night’s great moon
I was sitting there
Exploring her hairs
Trying to unfold their mystery
I was feeling the warmth over
My broad shoulders downed in love
She sat gazing at the stars
Silently, gracefully and eloquently
Blinking her eyes in an unexplained fashion
At last when I was completely lost
In the melody of her silky hairs
She spoke:
“Fancy, all fancy, a tale I’ll tell you
Whom do you think
Is the most patient lover?”
I replied:” Errr..no
Love is not patience
It’s all endurance.”
She said:
“Well, patience comes with endurance
And the most endured one is the moon.”
She then smiled softly, meaning me to explain”
I said : “Well, the most patient lover
How is that moon?”
Calmly she spoke:” From million
Years, every night the moon
Comes up the sky to meet her lover
Ha! Ha! The sun! And the patient fool
Waits whole night
Lost among the sympathetic stars
And wanders round the sky
Searching frantically her beloved
Searching in every pool, every ocean,
Carrying the sun’s bliss with her
Which every night she spreads to mankind
Afflicting them with this inevitable disease
And then gets lost, just in time
When her beloved comes up
In the first rays of the sun
And comes back
As soon as her lover goes back
Yet every night with a fresh hope
She comes again.”
She stared into my eyes, evoking passions
“Don’t you think the moon
Is the most foolish lover?”
“Can’t say”: I just said
“No, moon is the most true lover
For love is a game of fools
Full of endurance, patience and hope
And most of all madness.”
“Yes”; I said
She gave me her best smile and said
“The world’s best lovestories
Exist among the nature
Still today and tomorrow
We stand nowhere in comparison.”
And we got up
Down the moonlit path
Walked two great fools
Arms in arms with each other
Wondering at their new discovery.
