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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=564177" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Moon Tonight</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The turn my car took on Bandra flyover<br>Helped me see the part of sky with Moon.<br>And she looked round-faced – full Moon? <br>Chauffeur had steadied the car, I was not sure.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Mind went back a few years to my Delhi home<br>I had counted the full moons to my retirement: <br>Tried to go up on my terrace in Lodhi Garden<br>On every bright moon-lit night, alas, alone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now I wonder how many full moons before death? <br>But I don’t know how to time the interval between<br>Now and Death’s arrival for me: why not every one? <br>Perhaps there can be no better addition of riches to life.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">From home, I put off TV, wore shoes, closed door, <br>And went down to walk under the Moon: she was<br>On the East at an angle: only if I walk East I see her.<br>Now I pass the lane between FDA and Artek Nagar.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I see the bits of broken Moon through the dark foliage<br>Of the trees, sometimes branches, some leaves in pairs<br>Asleep, while palm leaves swaying a lullaby gently, <br>Brushing on, without ever touching, the distant moon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">As I went on the main BKC road, I could see the full<br>Moon on this clear November sky in broad gaps<br>Where there were no cassia or queen’s tree, and <br>No star near, or even far, to distract my attention.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I enjoyed seeing the moon, rather self-consciously, <br>Keeping track of whether anyone passing by<br>Is watching me watch the Moon, to think “Is he<br>A poet or just lunatic, about to fall into a pot-hole? ' </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Before I turned homewards, I felt sad, very sad<br>To think that the full Moon is absolutely lost<br>In the lit streets with headlights and neon-lamps<br>That one has to search for the moon to see her.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Daniel+Trevelyn+Joseph">Daniel Trevelyn Joseph</a><div class=q>
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Helped me see the part of sky with Moon.
And she looked round-faced – full Moon? 
Chauffeur had steadied the car, I was not sure.

Mind went back a few years to my Delhi home
I had counted the full moons to..."></div>
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