The Moon always revolves around the Earth, Just as the Earth around the Sun, It is the larger entity which Always provides the axis to the smaller one, That is what I took as the law of the nature, and shunned out of my mind any thoughts of what would happen, If one day things happen otherwise. Long time back, As a young man in love, Many a times, sat on the shores of Mumbai, Watching the Sun going down As I tried to catch my breath in the maddening, pace of the City of no sleep; And thought of my love Whose sole occupation those days was to be love-lorn and misty eyed. I saw large, gigantic ships floating Close to the shore, Unmindful of my lazy gaze and thought, How could such enormous shapes depend on a small anchor dropped to the foot of the sea To hold them to the shore, In the middle of huge waves, with no respect for anyone but Sun and Moon. Today, as loneliness struck,
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