Love story of the Sun and Moon



One day you are going to thank the universe, 

For the way life had been, 

Don't fall in despair, 

Don't loose hope, 

As the sun shines bright at the sunsets, 

After intensely shedding rays, 

At the bay, then the seashore touches the heat waves, 

Absorbs the rage-that it has built for centuries,

Decades after decades the world has been so unfair towards it,

So the sun became so intense,

Poured its agony in whatever he passes, 

Standing all alone by himself- so much have the sun endured, over and over again, 

Absorbed the heat of the sands, 

But, now the sun is not alone, 

He fell in love with the moon, 

The moon is not different, 

It's the reflection of the sun himself, 

So the unending love story of sun and moon begins, 

The moon could absorb all the heat as she was searching for the the light, 

The sun was now finally happy to share his existence with the moon, 

The moon was happy to find a shelter in, 

They both waited for thousand years, 

Each of them overburdened, 

The sun was tired of his lonely existence, 

The moon because of negligence, 

We become what we think and we think what the universe wants us to feel, 

The moon is beautiful because we look at her in that way, 

True beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder,

The sun is outrageous because we can't absorb as much as him, 

Tolerance makes everything durable, 

Nothing is so permanent, 

So durable like the sun himself, 

Moon is his companion, 

So are the moonlit nights the witness of their passionate love ! 

But, the moon and sun stayed apart, 

They couldn’t merge as one, 

So, the divine created eclipses only to bring them closer! 

It is indeed darkness that binds them together, 

It is indeed their unique lacking that holds them into each others arms forever, 

It's at the dawns where they unite,

The sun whispered slowly in the moon's ears, 

Don't you fear my fierce fervent?! 

The moon smiled amicably saying, 

Your fervent is my garment,

It's all what I need,

I wear your light!

The sun and moon danced in that stormy night,

Winds and tides welcomed the moon as their newly wedded bride! 


©® Farheen Bhuiyan Nancy 




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