Saon Bhattacharya

An ode to the silvery moon on a full moon night

The moon scorches too
With its incandescence;
Moonshine burns you too
With its silvery essence…
When the tides turn after twilight
And the old moon surfaces above,
When lakes and streams and oceans alike
To her invisible force are all drawn —
What chance, my friend, then do mortal emotions stand,
When mighty seas her silken strength can barely withstand?
— Saon Bhattacharya