pairs of walking shoes,
in crowds, in groups,
strangers pretending to be known,
like a moon's constellation,
presenting an act of friendship
and compassion,
who in their hearts know
are lone wolves who howl at night,
their darkness to the moon, the moon
who dances in the light of its
lone and solitary shore,
howsoever, among the glitter and stars,
eternally alone, no matter its
captivating calmness or undying beauty,
its solitude and isolation
will never seclude,
for there never is and will be
two moons.
© Pragati Jain