December Moon

Up the terrace down the sky
On my back as I lie
Splashes silvery flecks through the fronds
The coconut tree swaying in dulcet breeze

Up the hill and upon the sea
Yonder bliss all that we see
Stand will they in analogy
On this terrace with what I see

Launch of a round fulgent splotch
Haloed with a brace of hazy torch
This priceless coin of the night
The empyrean sphere treasures so bright

'The Luminous' flashing through the fronds
The fronds softly swaying in the winds
Darkened coconut tree peeping in the terrace
Displaying happily the gleaming luminance

Well, all I understand about her blemishes
Is all that it's Sun's kisses
And all my possible guess
Is all she so the other side hides

While there's a secrecy vincible
As 'Chidhambara rahasyam' possibly sensible
This charming December-queen is evincible
And her Lord of Betelguese is invincible

poem by Indira Renganathan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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