ChandaMama

Millennia have passed

we call you uncle, beloved

Phoebus, silver globe and such

other names in many

tongued rhyme: Today

Chandrayana touched you

your craters ,boulders

like ruins of global beauty

stared  at us.

Human foot has
already soiled you

camera eyes have shown

you like a pimpled face of

trampled glory.

The Indian Moon,

Odia, Bengali moon,

Janhi osha moon,

Kumar Purnima moon

the Autumn moon is gone.

But my dearest I'll still  dream

in dark nights of your cool grace

watch you on the sea shore sands

at midnight high tide and noon

still compare you with my face

scarred by time's ruthless ways

and love as  I love my beauty.

Sabita Sahu