Life in the moon
Is there or not?
People living there is
Black or white?
It’s no oxygen there, who cares …..
Love for the moon
Is so universal
It’s so lovely and sensual
Whenever I feel lonely I look for the companion in it
Iam star and I love moon
Its lover’s paradise!
Isn’t it attitude towards one object,
That’s changes perception,
Why should anyone look for reality,
When the imagination brings so much ecstasy!
I love Moon, For my baby its her “chanda mama”
I got a home there I feel…
Studded with stars, twinkle twinkle little stars…..
Tara Chettur
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/chanda-mama-the-moon/
