Moon of Miracle

Dedicated to Vidushi who's in India and Yadhavi and who is in California because they're both really sweet people and can make anyone smile :) xx

Remember when you were a child
Young, naive and carefree
Not caring what anyone thought
As long as you were happy.
Then something came along,
You fell and scraped an elbow
As fast it came, the smile vanished
And all you remembered was the sorrow.
Happiness is like a moon.
You see it now,
You see it then,
It disappears,
It comes back again.
But just because we don’t see it,
That doesn’t mean it’s disappeared
It might be covered by the clouds
But it always will be there.
Happiness will never leave
Even if there’s a wave of grief
But it can still be fleeting and fast,
Just nurture it and make it last.
When you see the dazzling moon,
Forget about the future and past
Don’t think about the clouds that cover it
Just cherish it until it lasts
At moments the cloud might take over,
Not letting you see the moon.
But know that when hope seems lost,
Happiness can still come back soon.
So laugh it off, and enjoy the scene
Forget about the drama and sorrow.
No matter what, the moon will stay
So live like there's no tomorrow.

 ~Pratya
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Comments

  1. VardhanyJune 25, 2016 at 8:17 PM

    Very well written Pratya! Very uplifting and optimistic piece of work!

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  2. UnknownJune 25, 2016 at 9:26 PM

    Amazing Pratya! Your language and thoughts. Especially just loved the last para. Write s'more!

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  3. Pratya P ツJune 28, 2016 at 1:53 PM

    Thanks for the comments!

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