She wore a smile of the crescent moon
Only to fetch solace for the breathless mind;
Chasing perfection and the dazzle, unaware of what loomed.
Unlike the hurting sun, its calmness soothed me, to lure;
My beliefs shunned, only to learn; sometimes less is more.
The power of the tides hid in her smile;
That humility, subtlety and fitful white.
Perfect imperfection, said it all;
Flaws can be perfect; flawless a wake-up call.
She looked waned; the smile waning
Despair was distant and hope remaining.
She wasn’t, but a phase of the moon
She wore a smile of the crescent moon.
Dr Sachin Seth
April 22, 2020
