Visions and versions

The moon, you animated me
When I was on the lap of my mother.
The moon, you aroused me
When I had my beloved on my lap.
The moon, you inspired me
When I turned a romantic writer.
Now you look candid to my placid eyes.
No more sway could you exert on me.

The same vision and the same person
And yet variant are the reactions.
08.07.2008

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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