The Old Lady and Moon By Sheila

The night moon was sending the shaft of golden light into the room
Of vast and peculiar kind of a noom

Nightingales were twittering inside a banyan tree
Singing, voices enchanted, chirruped within me

Have you ever heard, of a story, of the moon and the old lady
My mother used to tell me as a bribe to eat as a baby

Look at the moon, there’s an old lady sitting
She climbed to the moon as gently as her legs can be

Bringing a basket full of vadai, tea, prattling
‘There is nothing but darkness and chaos without tea’
‘Everything stops for a tea’,
Served and smiled with a crooked teeth.

© Sheila.
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