Once in a moon

We would reach the edge of lake
A lake dug for love for a princess
Overnight ,by moony royal orders.

It was myth with cock’s early call
Before a night ended,so princess
Could not wed impossible digger.

It is same moon that had fallen,
One who had watched helplessly
A lover turning stone from love.

The lake beat the moon on wind.
Pale moon splintered on ripples
Riding slowly on lake’s old myth.

The moon was once in this lake
When it watched wind grow love .
Myth watched lake’s moon grow.

(Watching the beautiful Nakki lake in Mount Abu ,nestled in the rocks of Aravali mountains)


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