Waney Moon

Waney Moon

Fanes where a youth visited in the daylight,

Waning moon still giggles in the eastward of those,

Wandering off his sunshine-lit way with a false lookout,

He didn’t know why he came here.



Lo, dead statues lost once and Heroes, Beauties, upright

Standing with no words, they are faded away with Time.

He was quite ignorant about the names once brilliant and those

Anecdotes, whispering to his ear like the giggling waney moon.



How dare the noon come with fanes soon darkened?

Or less thing the youth rips away no-willingly visiting.



Till the end of his life,

He shall not ever know why he was there

Unless the gloomy figure in the eastward skies teaches him

A hint on the shadowy but doubly life before his path.