Waney Moon

Waney Moon

Fanes where a youth visited in the daylight,
Waning moon still giggles in the eastward of those,
Wandering off his sunshine-lit way with a false lookout,
He didn’t know why he came here.

Lo, dead statues lost once and Heroes, Beauties, upright
Standing with no words, they are faded away with Time.
He was quite ignorant about the names once brilliant and those
Anecdotes, whispering to his ear like the giggling waney moon.

How dare the noon come with fanes soon darkened?
Or less thing the youth rips away no-willingly visiting.

Till the end of his life,
He shall not ever know why he was there
Unless the gloomy figure in the eastward skies teaches him
A hint on the shadowy but doubly life before his path.

Welcome Home March

Welcome Home March

March sets between February and April
By grudging calendar; that does to everyone,
The growth of flowers and animals.

Indoor or outdoor to the season, the Spring
By which side, naturally the greeting words turn over.
‘Welcome home!’
‘Hello’

One returnee after such a long tunnel, barren
He arrived home no sooner than when said ‘Hello’,
Someone waiting there softly said ‘Welcome home’.

March sets between February and April
By grudging calendar; that does to everyone,
The growth of flowers and animals.

Amid the outside and the inside of doorway,
One returnee was stopping with dismay hardly saying
‘Hello’
‘Welcome home!’
With garrulous lights, someone softly said so.