The Moon is Calling

Down the earth sat a girl aged three or two,

Staring at a bright round thing floating in the sky,

Her eyes shined with longing,

For she knew the moon was calling ,



She stretched her hands to get closer,

One inch...two inch;nothing seemed better;

She reached as high as possible,

The moon, after all, was alone in the dark room of night;



Her eyes swam in salty tears

The moon was calling out loud

It's radiance slowly disappearing behind cruel clouds

And she got near no better;



No stars, only clouds of evil,

How will the moon stay alone?

She jumped and jumped, tears painting her cheeks,

The moon stayed still but called;



Her bed came to notice,

And she was tired to meet the moon;

She cuddled between her pillows and slept,

Slept till she could feel light pirecing her eyes;



She opened her eys, greeted by a jolly sun;

Her eyes widened in astonishment,

The moon had died...

The realization hit her with guilt;



Again at night she saw the moon,

This time he was not lonely,

But with stars beside him,

Laughing and playing hide and seek in the sky;



Inside she knew the moon still called,

Her longing to reach him had not dimmed a bit;

She smiled with all her heart at the moon,

She is happy that atleast he is not dead after all!;



I wrote this poem a LOOOOOOONG time ago when i was in sixh grade. I even published it in a blog but unfortunately i have hardly any followers who keep up with my posts. Here, I hope my poem recieves the necessary criticism. Please don't be very harsh but do mention what you think about this amatuer poem... it may not have any fancy words but it is close to my heart