The lily gazes at the moon
With a pining heart and shivering stalks
As the midnight winds gently pass by.
A lamp flickers in the distance
Dimly illuminating the thatched hut
Where a mother sings her baby a lullaby.
The baby suckles at her mother’s breast
Slowly drifting into sleep
Under the galore of twinkling stars in the sky.
The stars wink at their beloved earth
Hours of the night are soon to pass
The separation of thousand miles flaming in their hearts.
Two lovers cuddle by the pond holding hands
At a cosy corner of the stony stairs
Vigilant, yet oblivious of the world at a safe distance.
The two hearts speak and bodies melt
Allowing love to take over
As they sink into each other’s warm embrace.
An old banyan tree watches unfazed
Hovering over the ground for centuries
A witness to million tales – some alive, many dead.
The lily too casts a glance at them
Only to be scorched with greater yearning for her beloved
Sigh! In despair, it turns towards the sky again.
The moon smiles a little
And sends the mourning lily a golden beam
That softly falls upon her delicate being
Lo! The pale flower has turned a crimson pink.
Like a bride, the blushing lily lowers its gaze
To find the moon in the very pond where it stays
Ecstatic, yet bemused she wonders,
‘ Then is the moon in the sky a mirage ? ‘