Let's Write off The Moon

Once you were a
walking tree. Drifting. No one
stops planting the seeds.

The pangs. Moons clap.
A renegade makes a temple to die.
There was no other space left.

I will not call you.
Your book has been soiled.
I cannot read my own writing.

Once there were no rigid boundaries. Moon is symbol for destroyers of temples. A culture is destroyed so much that it is not left in the consciousness of people.

Rajendra Singh Baisthakur , Nellore, AP