Moon And Street Light

I am the moon who adorns the sky,

I illuminate the dark night,

My light abates the shine of stars,

I lay a milky moor over the earth,

And spawn a ravishing glow,

That is worthy to appeal any eye that notices,

And can comprehend my grace,

That levitates the night.

I arouse love in young hearts,

Desire in passionate souls,

Aesthetics for the poets and painters.

Some long to get me and tempt to own me,

So, come dance in my golden gleam,

Bathe in it and forget the chores of life.

But there you stand O street light,

Tell me do you even deserve to exist?

True you rule the night sky O moon,

And I am but a humble street light,

I do not evoke desire and temptation,

Nor do I symbolise love and art,

But I exist for the very need,

The need to brighten this scantily lit street,

For which the moonlight was never enough,

Never enough for the poor child to read a book,

Never enough to change the fate of the dying man,

Who was ruthlessly run over by a vehicle,

Never enough to locate the uncovered manholes,

Never enough for the evening soccer games,

Never enough for the refreshing roadside tea stalls,

Never enough to find way back home after the booze,

Never enough to play cards from dusk to dawn,

And you don’t even show up every day O moon,

There are cloudy days, eclipses and moonless nights,

I dare to keep my vow, and care to turn up each day,

Unless I am unsparingly blown out by ferocious calamities,

My existence O moon is the very proof,

That you were neither frequent nor sufficient.

You are overrated by the charming poets O moon,

But the truth is, the truth my dear is,

At this very point in the late evening,

It is because of me, that this street is alive.