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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