Moonstruck
Every full moon I watch it,
To lament on its fate.
I curse it for having the scars,
And as if my curse reaches it,
The moon starts hiding its face.
Shrinking with shame, it disappears on new moon.
In guilt, I beckon it to try me again,
The moon comes out in its full regalia
Yet, fails to bestow me.
And then, they find me cursing it yet again.
They say I am moonstruck.
I laugh in a maddening rage,
For they are mistaken,.
For they have not seen you.
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