The Resonating Moon Poem by Swastik Pal Chowdhury

The full moon — that's how I see you,
Perfectly shining, draped in imperfection's hue.

You, with the stars you so deserve,
Turn away, guarding the distance you preserve.

You choose the tide's rise, the tide's fall,
While I'm just a wave, in awe of it all.
Or perhaps I'm a cloud, drifting close in the blue,
Yet never touching the light that belongs to you.

Or am I mere sand on the far, quiet shore,
Longing to be full — to be whole — once more?