We women are like moon,
Fading out from fullness,
To be almost invisible
To emerge back again
To the strong and rounded self!
Every cycle, without fail
We oscillate between insane happiness
And deepest & well hidden, sorrows
In front of our whole world,
Though the world never notices!
There are days when our spirits
Are thin like a narrow thread
When it feels like all happiness
Is sucked out of our lungs
And the eyes, they reflect only gloom
Then comes the full moon
And suddenly all eyes are on us
"Look at her, she radiates energy"
Later as usual we fade away unnoticed
Until the next full moon!
One fine day, it all ends
We stop the game of being the moon
And there are choices awaiting
To be the fullest radiant moon
Or the thinnest saddest one!
As for me, when I reach there
I might choose a three quarter moon
Near to the fullest, but not quite there
Because the radiant me can never exist
Without the melancholy me to lead the way!
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