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I am yet to take a good photo of the moon

that does justice

to its stirring, quiet luminosity

amidst the inky sky

and the tips of the city's silhouette.

I like this reminder

that the best things may not

always fully and satisfactorily fit

into a frame or screen

and to have seen and felt

and held that moment

in my heart and mind and body

is enough.


Ronita Chattopadhyay (she/her) is an Indian poet who finds refuge in words. Her poems and prose have appeared in numerous online literary magazines in her country and elsewhere. This includes The Hooghly Review, Roi Fainéant Press, Akéwì Magazine, Setu, RIC Journal, Porch Lit Magazine and in online and print anthologies by Querencia Press and Sídhe Press. She also journeys with words in her work while supporting not for profit organisations in India. And she loves books, mountains and tea.

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