How will You See the Moon?

The liquid mirror of
your eyes was in poverty of love. Where
goes the happiness of lava?

You will not sink
in a burning volcano. I cannot share
the death of the dancing sun.

The ignorance was tango.
I will collect all the predators of the butterflies
and start removing the red spots.

One is a volcano of love. The other is reflecting it like a mirror without any feeling. By removing ignorance one tries to make her see the moon, a symbol of love.

Rajendra Singh Baisthakur , Nellore, AP, 524003