Poetry

Stealing from your
eyes a visibly
upset moon.

I believe, it was not a
tough stand to shut the door
before wearing the mask.

You will not cry,
for my sake. You don't
want to grow old with the pain.

Who will have the last laugh?

Misogyny. Moon was changing the gender
from the west to the east.

On the lonely road
a peacock spreads the beautiful wings
and starts a dance.

Finding a mate becomes
a catholic thing.