As the full-moon moves...
1…2…3…
I count my fingers and toes
The final number exceeds…
Tell me, how do I count
Twenty five with my
Ten fingers and ten toes?
A problem since childhood
Ever since my tryst
With math had begun
And in the skein of numbers
In the maze of time and distance
That entrapped five scores and one
Full-moons, the heart too gets trapped
As is its habit
The moon waxed and waned
All the while and will continue
Its endless scheme somewhere
With someone else on earth
Meanwhile
As the full-moon today moves farther
Diminishing its light on earth
By some thirty percent-
Which I can’t perceive in terms of numbers
But can, in relation to the light
My heart absorbs-
And appearing the smallest,
A familiar shadow of one moonlight
Assumes larger than life proportion
Overshadowing me, myself and
The world concerned…
24aug2010
09.20hrs
poem by Indira Babbellapati
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