Friday, June 29, 2012

Selene- The Ballad of the Moon

Selene – The Ballad of the Moon (Written in 2011)

What words shall describe her?
With what relic shall I compare?
Being her lone admirer,
I lay there in despair.

Fairer than the fairest maiden
Brighter than the stars divine,
Too beautiful with scabs laden,
Too ethereal for me to malign.

Seated in the kingdom above, my fair femme,
Her dark hair spreading across the realm;
Several were they, little white gem,
That twinkled everywhere in her dark wide helm.

Each passing day, she changed her form,
And one fine day she will be gone.
Not to fear, she will re-form,
Like the very first moment she was drawn.

Thus she tells me, a mere mortal being,
That even she, the sacred illuminator,
From the living world, will be disappearing,
By the order of the Holy Illustrator.

But she will re-spawn,
To continue to spread light,
Compensating for the time she had been gone,
To clear primitive beings of their fright.

And therefore, us, humans must learn,
That despite our failures,
We must be stern,
And trust in the Saviour.

Our time, to shine, will be given,
Making us forget, the pains of our struggle;
Our wrong doings, forgiven,
And our hardships, being shown, frugal.

We must come back as bright as the new moon,
Accepting the gifts of the Supreme Lord,
Overcoming life's typhoon,
And live at his accord.

She shines peacefully,
Serving as our example;
To help us live our lives blissfully,
Everyday teaching us ample.

She illuminates lesser beings,
While she herself gets illuminated by the sun.
We humans are to follow her and give our fellow beings,
What we are given by The Son.

So many things you teach,
But how many of your teachings reach?
Though you are visible, you continue to remain unseen,
My sweet, dear Old' Selene.

                             - A.Prashanth Narasimhan

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