The moon of a No-Night
Washing the humble sleepy face of the last night
I saw a woman looking at me at the other side of the pond
Half of her body in the water
And the other half showing more of what she is
Stareing at me with an unfulfilled eye
The intolerable beauty of her face
The murderous innocency on her look
May be
She, the half-made beloved of the lover of the last night
Or, diversed for unknowable cause known to her
I thought
She is discovering her man in my face
Eyes liquid with dew drops
Unfinished to be melted into the water
With a questionable conviction
I moved towards her
Two void looks merged into one another
No compulsion, no passion, no resistance,
No sin, no virtue but empty within
I returned back with a meaningless response
The day comes
My impulsive nerves pushed me forward
To have another look
The woman stood with closed eyes with her unknown aloneness
Looked at me not even a little
To share with her unbearable silence
With my countless unspoken words
Evening I moved
She lying ravished with her shattered boy
By some known stranger
Perhaps that she expected from me
But helpless I am not to murder her
Her indefinable absence murdered me mercilessly
With her unhurt beauty
Hunting me moment to moment.
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