Death of a Moon
A bite of a moon
floats unwet,
the wind in its
rippled sails spent,
it hooks on a breath
of these waters,
to lie limp
at my astonished feet.
The inkbled sky
has come undone
and spills the heavens
on heaving surf;
as the million eyes
of the watered night
sink silently
to sleep.
The crayon clouds fall
gently, like autumn fronds
and lie lost, listless
on a dying sea
that delivered
a dead moon to me.
Hari Kumar lives in Singapore with his wife and two children. He is a qualified Engineer and works as a civil servant to the Government of Singapore. His writing has appeared in Sulekha, Onam literary annual etc. Besides poetry, he has also written numerous short stories and even two full length novels. Samples of his writing can be found at his website: www.harismind.com
