SUN-FOLLOWER
The moon notices a sunflower every day,
watching only the sun.
Whenever it starts getting dark,
It ends up its fun
Turning its gaze down
waiting for another day.
Every day in the same hope
that someday a sun may…
Every time the sun rises,
The sunflower sees.
Follow his directions,
Ignoring all the bees.
The moon changed himself,
Every phase a different size.
Someday full, someday half
But still gets denied.
One day, the the moon asked –
Why gaze down in the dark so soon?
Why does your love only shine for the sun
And not for me?
The sunflower, still gazed down replied –
It isn’t about beauty
I have loved the sun
It is my duty
The moon again asked with enthusiasm –
Is it because of size?
The sun is bigger and brighter
And the moon is crack-wise.
It’s not about the size again,
The sunflower replied.
It’s the love between us
where I always slide.
The moon pointed out the fact
The sun doesn’t love you.
He does his duty and goes remote
Why is your love still true?
Love isn’t about –
‘They need to be yours.’
You’ll always be theirs,
Is what love roars.
The moon, still unsatisfied
So the flower extended.
Love is neither about beauty
Nor about pretending
Love is not about possessing
And not about control.
Love is just a madness,
Which makes your heart whole.
The moon, now satisfied
On a new definition
The sun-follower’s response
The next day, the sun set up again
The follower smiled.
Bright rays praised the follower
And the yellow petals shined.🌻🌞
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