All moon

The prophets and the Messiahs

Have all spoken in words soft

About the beauty of the moon

And her appalling dimensions.


Honey added to moon turns out into honeymoon.

A powerhouse of honey is a honeycomb.

Wild dreams of passion drip like honey

From the honeycomb just like rays from moon.


As inexorable as the sea,

She decides her tides and her moods,

Sometimes soft as the warmth of a

glowing campfire bathed by moonbeams

And at other times as soft as rose petals.


Standing by Stonehenge,

England’s favorite prehistoric monument,

I looked at the full moon,

Glowing like a huge golden bowl,

A labor of love ‘par excellence’,

And I saw your face in it shining

With the amorous beauty of love.


I fall in love with you,

With sweet moon my witness,

My companion while I traverse

The dark alleys of time

As we are like-minded, so calm, so serene.


I tell the moon about my love.

Feeling shy, she hides her face

Behind the white fleecy clouds

And I become

All moon.


Pramila Khadun



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About pramilakhadun

I am the holder of a Bsc degree in Food and Nutrition from S.N.D.T University,Pune,India.Have taught this subject in a private institution for almost thirty-five years.Currently, I am retired and travel alot with my husband Raj, daughters Dr Rajnee and Priyum and son Airline Captain.Had my first book of poetry published by Minerva press, London and other two in Mauritius.More coming soon.I love poetry and enjoy reading poems of poets across the world and I feel Destiny Poets is the right place for me.

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