NEW MOON

By: Hansuja Kandadi

I’ve been looking at the moon closer, 

It looked a little different back home, I’ve noticed. 

Not the shape nor the color, 

Just something of the way, it shimmered. 

Don’t misunderstand, 

It glows ever so beautifully. 

Upon this foreign land, 

It couldn’t have shined more brightly. 

But there is something missing, 

Something only I’ve seen.  

Nobody else can know, 

Nobody else but me. 

Perhaps it’s because I’m the same as the moon,  

I shine brighter now, but warmer before. 

If you don’t know it yet, you will know it soon.  

A moon too bright turns an eyesore.