The Moon
The fat slice of moon sits like a matron,
Naughty jeerings of the wind and cloud she listens,
Amidst the ash grey, like gold she glistens,
With watchful eyes wide open, for she is on a mission!
©®Madhumita
The fat slice of moon sits like a matron,
Naughty jeerings of the wind and cloud she listens,
Amidst the ash grey, like gold she glistens,
With watchful eyes wide open, for she is on a mission!
©®Madhumita
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