Waiting for the one- A Poem

Lying comfortably on my back
And gazing intently at the moon,
I basked in the glory of the moment
Secretly wishing it would never end.
The stars, though ad infinitum,
Failed to amaze me.
My eyes were hypnotized by the enigmatic moon,
her graceful stance and her inexpressible delicacy.

I always thought stars were a mirage,
And that they were just guarding the moon,
She, who always was in an abysmal solitude and misery,
Or so I thought.
Do they seem to worry lest the vulnerably delicate one should be held captive?
I was turning into a poet, alright.
The very idea made me laugh
And I struggled in vain to stifle a lopsided grin.

Her loneliness tore my heart.
And her brave posture evoked a sense of sympathy
for reasons I couldn’t fathom why.
I felt sorry for the knights, the faithful followers,
Who watched her over,
Wasting their time.
My eyes clouded over in compassion for the intrepid yet delicate queen
Who seemed to wait eternally for the one.

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