A warm late evening…
I was inside my AC (I call Artifically-Conditioned) apartment,
Brooding over the recent confrontation
With my ruthless roommate
Who tried verbal abuse this time
To intimidate me.
That was well enough,
To silence even the basal expression
Of my untainted (occasional) zest.
I walked out
Hoping to muster my mood back
Like a little girl collecting her berries back
Without cursing the stone that tripped her off
There was a lonely moon above my head,
That goes unnoticed by people
Who don’t even care about its existence
That’s been criticized by those
Who sees only the maculation it bears
And, keeps enchanting the ones
Who cared for what it is been
I felt myself a lonely moon.
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