Sun And Moon

This is not a perfect poem but expression of my feeling for my Grandson born on 3rd December 2012

My Darling Grandson Vir Sinha

Sun And Moon

I was listening quietly to the conversation between, 
Moon and earth,

For I was trying to make,

My restless Sweetie sleep. 

The mighty earth, 

worried thinking loudly,

Oh why why, 

The Sun seemed paler in the day,

The moon red in the night,

I wondered Oh! Why is it so,

Are there clouds,

Or it is my imagination?

The sun looked red in the morn and eve,

The setting sun looked ready to bleed,

Why is it so,

I wondered.

Earth asked the Sun, 

Oh dear our light giver, Our savior,

Why are you so red when you are coming and going,

And so pale when you are passing by?

The sun in the west got more and more red,

Red with Anger, listening to my words, 

Reason it did not know.

Then earth asked the Moon,

Oh dear what’s wrong,

Why Sun looks so pale and you so red,
When you both pass by me,

Please tell me why Sun is angry,

As he would not talk to me.

Oh Moon you are so calm and quiet,

Why you started looking so red,

What have I done Oh! Please tell me,

Do not be angry with me.

I pleaded and pleaded.

Moon said how can I get angry with you?

Oh earth mightier than me.

I go round and round you just to please you,

Oh! Earth I am grateful,

To you for taking me with you.

But how can you do this to sun?

He gives you light and heat,

Without Sun you would be dead meat.

Earth was scared!

What happened it knew nothing,

How can I displease the Mighty Sun?

Please tell what happened,

I pleaded and pleaded.

The moon took pity, 

This is what he said to earth. 

You ignored him for a child,

He who looks brighter than him,

His face glows more than him, 

People look at him and say,

His face radiated brighter than Sun,

People around this Son forget the Sun ,

He who is life of all thee?

If the Sun gets angrier and stops shining,

What will I do?

I will die of hunger and cold too,

I get my food from him, 
The thought makes me go red.

Oh! Now I knew, 

Why my baby was'nt sleeping,

The sun and moon were jealous of him,

Their red faces was troubling him.

So I shooed away the sun and moon,

Forbade them from being jealous of him,

He is my Moon he is my Sun. 

I pleased them by words,

Who can forget you two so soon !

Let him take rest and sleep,

Your jealousy is making him cry,

Let him have his sleep,
Do not envy him, 

I pleaded and pleaded with them.

They smiled at earth and said,

Be not afraid,

We are not going to vanish away,

Thus they bade fare well, 

Till the next day.

My baby slept,

Smiled in the sleep,

The most beautiful and naughtiest smile, 
I have ever seen.

I did'nt have to sing lullaby again,

The sun and moon, 

had blessed him.


To Dear Vir with love from Naani.