Your Name is Moon

Your name is

Moon, 

but you are

Chained with a

long steel chain

in a narrow corner 

of this terrace.

You are a

Labrador with

pinkish hue

you are -

so wise

so sensitive 

but so alone too,

your sad eyes

suddenly light up

when sound of

someone's footsteps 

is felt approaching 

you, in hope 

that the person 

would hug you

play with you,

this hope stirs your

stone-still world 

for a moment 

then your wish of

affinity shooed away

by an irritable rebuke,

And you are commanded 

to settle again in your

sad corner, and you again 

start awaiting another sound of 

footsteps, as you cover your 

sad eyes with your eyelids

But they are awfully 

unable to cover your 

equally sad face.