There she casts a mercurial veil
On a land perched ever so high.
Above the mountains,
Inviolable to the touch,
The sky was her fortress.
Her beauty was deemed ethereal,
Epistles written one after another,
Her sanctity gazed upon.
But why, she wondered,
Must her semblance be culled?
Her strength never reached an impasse
Though she was the collateral in other's wars
The black heavens elevate her name.
Ever in variance her heart arrests the tune,
The tune of our affliction.
Followed by the clamour
Of our salvation.
When the apex of your forlorn body is upwards,
You can hear the cravings of her melody.
Etched on the endless, abysmal sky,
And in there you shall witness
The fragility of the earth.
She rests in the chasm
Blended by the dark
Amid the blizzards of the starlight
Without the ark.
A soulful marriage of the velvet dark
And the soft spoken truth.
A music for the eyes,
She is the moon.
The writer has completed HSC from Bir Shreshtha Noor Mohammad Public College, Dhaka.