They Called It Purity Poem by Irfan Habeeb A M K

The stars were just being themselves.
laughing, shining,
being loud,
being close,
being many.

they weren't hurting anyone.
they were just together.

but the moon watched them,
and something twisted inside.
maybe it was loneliness.
maybe it was fear
of not knowing how to belong.

so the moon decided
shining like that must be wrong.

and slowly,
rules began to form.

you can't shine like them.
you can't be seen like that.
you must stay alone.
it is noble, it is pure,
to wait.
to hide.
to be still.

the stars didn't listen.
they were too far
to be touched.
too bright
to be dimmed.

and the moon,
for all its proclamations,
waited.

waited for the right moment.
the right companion.
the perfect kind of love.
the one that fits
the picture in its head.

a thousand years passed.
then more.

nothing came.
no one came.

meanwhile,
the stars still danced.
sometimes in chaos,
sometimes in warmth,
always together.

the moon never realised
its light
was never its own.
it glowed only
because a star loved it enough
to shine its light that far.

but the moon never said thank you.
never asked where the light came from.
only stood there,
talking about morality,
like it had invented the sky.

maybe if the moon
had sat quietly
and looked inward
instead of outward,
it would've seen
it wasn't separate.
it was never above.
never alone by design.

it just chose to be.