Moon's Plea Poem by Nadeem Ishaque

It was deprived of inner light from the very start
The poor moon was never endowed its own spark.
It needs a sun to glow
For its love to show
Alone and forlorn it quietly weeps, cold and dark.

But warmth from its heart will flow
Its desire unbounded will grow
Pure love will emanate from the center of its arc.
To end its frigid, benighted state
It waits for a bright sun to radiate
Endless love that blossoms deep in someone's heart.