ANNOYED MOON
ANNOYED MOON
The moon
Sitting on my table
Playing with my pen
Demanded of me
When will you scribble
Songs glorifying me
Music of moonlight
Couplets of silence
Lyrics of love
Hmm
In getting included my verses
You will have to ignite yourself
Fumed and scorched in heat
Can you be that much red?
Can you solve---problem of hunger?
My pen versifies
Only romance of truth
That is why
It seems unpleasant to masses
Since then, the moon is annoyed
Stretching on my table
Close to my pen.
Rajni Chhabra
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