In A Blue Moon

Once I was sitting alone in park,quiet 

watching the blue moon in its full light. 

memories took me down to past 

maybe some 3 years; yes it was, 

my 19th birthday, 23rd of may 

everyone was very happy and gay 

but my eye were on the door 

every once in a while I looked once more 

waiting for someone I was sad,

then suddenly the door opened and came a lad 

I rushed to him, he greeted me happy birthday 

I taunted," where was you whole day?"

he said,"I was arranging for the present,

Here's your gift,take it" but I resent;

"I don't want your gift your presence was needed.

Do you know today is blue moon, don't miss it"

we rushed to the roof, and looked for the moon, 

"it is marvelous" ,he said "we will meet very soon."

"Why?" ,I asked," where are you going" 

"I have joined the army. It is my dream." 

I became sad, "what will I do without you"

"Don't cry my girl. one day I will meet you,

when I will be something and will take you away

and will build our small nest I swear."

"When will it happen?" I asked him with tears.  

"you know next blue moon free after 3 years 

and on that night I will propose you with a ring"

"that's a promise",I said "don't forget this thing. 

after 2 years came a letter with his death news 

my world broke down my heart gets a bruise 

now when I think of him my eyes are tears. 

suddenly from the dark, a postman appears 

"it is a special delivery" he  handed me the letter 

when I read the whole moon shattered 

it was from him before you went to war.

It said "you are so near yet so far

This may be my final words don't mourn

if something happens to me I want you to move on 

but I kept the promise I made to you,see

I proposes you that the ring- will you marry me?" 

and a ring fell out, a curse , or a boon

And this all happened in a blue moon.

The Broken Flute

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"Can you get me some old clothes,
from the chest, in the attic,
don't lay like a bunch of slothes,
get up fast, or I'll use the stick.

I got up and went straight upstairs,
in the room, and in the attic.
Things were lying there which nobody cares,
boxes, broken glass, old furniture, a candlestick.

I opened the chest, to found some cloth,
but what i found, was a broken flute.
Suddenly my memory took me to grade fourth,
sitting next to a girl, i liked, 'so cute'.

I was really great at playing te flute,
and everyone was so spell-bound.
But i like to play only for the girl 'so cute',
and she too like to hear the sound.

Then memory took me to last day of school,
when there was, everywhere, mixed kind of feeling.
But i was only sad, to never see her again, a fool,
that i never told her, my emotions, my feeling.

She was going somewhere far, and i was alone,
standing there, with my flute, and some tear.
My heart was thumping, my mind was gone,
i was blank, but what to do next ,was clear.

I sat on to become the greatest flute player,
for it was a way to both, remind her and forgot.
I held shows everywhere, just to see her,
but for seven years, i didn't get a shot.

"Honey, why are you taking so long?"
"Look, what i found, this broken flute."
"Oh! It remind me of the fourth grade song"
Why! This was the same girl, You remember, 'So cute'.
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