1…2…3… <br />I count my fingers and toes <br />The final number exceeds… <br /> <br />Tell me, how do I count <br />Twenty five with my <br />Ten fingers and ten toes? <br />A problem since childhood <br />Ever since my tryst <br />With math had begun <br />And in the skein of numbers <br />In the maze of time and distance <br />That entrapped five scores and one <br />Full-moons, the heart too gets trapped <br /> <br />As is its habit <br />The moon waxed and waned <br />All the while and will continue <br />Its endless scheme somewhere <br />With someone else on earth <br /> <br />Meanwhile <br /> <br />As the full-moon today moves farther <br />Diminishing its light on earth <br />By some thirty percent- <br />Which I can’t perceive in terms of numbers <br />But can, in relation to the light <br />My heart absorbs- <br />And appearing the smallest, <br />A familiar shadow of one moonlight <br />Assumes larger than life proportion <br />Overshadowing me, myself and <br />The world concerned… <br /> <br />24aug2010 <br />09.20hrs<br /><br />indira babbellapati<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/as-the-full-moon-moves/
