A Tall Man

i saw atall man on the road
a crescent moon showed up in his matted hair
and i longed to greet him and i bowed
and he vanished into thin air
the crescent moon shot forth to the skies

it was the hour when the wolf howls and the hyena cries

poem by Dr. Ramesh Chandra Mukhopadhyaya
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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