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This poem was written as a part of the topic ‘Golden Pole on the Ice Field’ in a private group in Facebook. My love for moon resulted in this poem. Read on!
Scars of different shapes
adorn its pure body,
punctuate its resplendence.
But those scars, golden scars,
are exceptionally beautiful
on its ambrosial texture.
Black to the distant eye.
Golden to the people
who have walked on it.
The scars have a purpose.
The golden scars are that
which give a completion to it.
But the moon never laments.
It proudly flaunts the scars
to the entire world.
The golden, golden scars.
~Kavya Janani. U
