O moon, tell me, why are you so shy today?
Dreadful and starless is the night, why do you hide behind the cloud?
I stumble, pick myself up; I talk to myself at times slowly at times aloud.
As though talking to myself I can find my way.
I’m scared; I hear voices I’ve never heard before;
Bloodcurdling voices, as of the deadly ghost.
Oh, spare me some light; I only wish to go to the shore.
Such a dark night this is that my path I’ve lost.
By the shore I have anchored my boat.
They are after me; I sense they are an angry lot.
Yes, greedy I have been, but my pursuit of wealth is over.
They were all liars who have so sweetly spoken,
And told me that wandering I shall find a gold wagon.
But now the truth strikes me, here I shall no longer hover.
O moon, what is this plight? Oh such a plight!
Scared I am, beastly figures move here and there.
Make me so strong my lord that I can fight.
Or tell your moon to show up and disband my fear.
Copyright © 2014 RAMU DAS