When the moon is absent, I think,
It desires its observers should realize,
The prestige of its posture and existence,
It aspires that the world should miss its,
Silent, quiet and calm preference,
It yearns to give time to the earth,
To appreciate it's serenity and subtle essence,
As when one is all the time at someone's disposal,
Loses its prestige, power and prominence,
So let your darling give time to miss you,
Let them appreciate your patience,
Otherwise, they will take you for granted.



© Dr. Shaheena Salam