The Blue Moon Slumber 

Our differences aren’t really differences but unique pieces of the same puzzle. 

Scattered beads trip feet, 

For its so hard to understand 

A lone voice with its own story;

Stands meek until it gathers a band. 

It’s in earnest, it matters

But it might go unheard 

For differences have taken over 

And boundaries are urged.  

A million voices reside, 

Diverse and not distinct;

rivalling to be the loudest

Rather than binding a choir.  

Doesn’t it sound so charming 

When polar voices sing harmonious 

Contrasting,  not contradicting 

Amity sounds melodious.  

Our sprouts appear divergent

And not so dearly they remember

Their concerted genesis

Hidden beneath the blue moon’s slumber. 


29 thoughts on “The Blue Moon Slumber 

      1. Poetic pics, meaningful.. Only a good writer can find them.. 🙂 I don’t have Instagram account to like them.. Sorry to post it here..

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  1. Heyy Poorvi ! What a lovely piece of writing this is….beautiful !

    And yes, thanks for stopping by my blog and sparing time to read my poems. Please do keep visiting. I would certainly look forward to reading more from you.

    My very best for all your endevours !

    Chhaya 🙂 💓

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  2. fantastic poetry.
    i really like the line
    “A lone voice with its own story;
    Stands meek until it gathers a band. ”
    well penned, keep’em coming.

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