Moon walk

Forget moon, forget the need to die
To acquiesce, to surrender or to sing

To stretch throat not coming of poet
The poet’s medium of art no matter.

A poet’s existence is  mere whimper
A howl of protest just before a dawn

About a moon-walk and a dead man
Who walked on it on his strong arms.

(Tribute to Neil Armstrong the first moon-walker on his passing away )

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