Phases Of The Moon
Luminous, breathtaking, yet humble
So delicate, yet so strong in your reform,
Flawed yet magnificent like the moon
Showering the world with all the light you can reflect
Softened, sweetened and strained by your soul,
Keeping your dark sides to yourself
Even when the nights swallow you whole.
Transient hearts and faces,
Frames made of clay
Cracks in many places.
People aren’t usually great,
Greatness is in the ideas, the deeds, the creations
Created by a flawed human race.
We were flawed before we did something great,
We were flawed when were doing something great,
We will be flawed after we have done something great .
No need for blame or guilt, flawed is the way of mortals,
A child forever, Ignorant, dependent and fragile,
Flawed yet infinite in their potential to produce greatness.
Poetry © Copyright 2019, Niharika Jaiswal