Crazy Poem by Saroj Padhi

Why do I go so crazy when I see the Moon?
Why does my heart for her so secretly croon?
Look how the crazy Moon tumbles out of heaven
like a daydream, all the time to turn me insane
as she always does, sweetly her face she braces
and fills her cheeks with unusual hues of blushes
like tint of pink rose on lily even under hot noon
and her tears echo but footfalls of a lost monsoon ?
Why do I love to compose smiles on distant faces
of passing clouds, as her images appear in flashes?
Why do I arrange stars on the black braid of lone nights
as her footsteps echo in fall of each leaf from low heights?
Why do I touch her as I touch petal of every blossom
as her absence blooms as flowers in ever pining bosom?