Moon

Silvery is the big round of moon in the skies
Shyly concealing behind the curtain of clouds
Swiftly the clouds run over her
Utterly glitterly she is back there

A mass of clouds comes to attack her
Goodness! it fails to touch her
Wonder I get a hello from her
A blossom of love opens for her

My heart stretches out stairs high
Her rays touching me say Hi
We share our love conversing a lot
In our way to ourselves whole night

Are you the sort of me?
Sleep well. Don't disturb. She is for me.
Dawn is set. She has gone.
I miss her yearning for the bygone.

People around look at me strangely
How can I tell them everything truly
Our love, passion is all magic
Disclosed once they'll call me lunatic

poem by Indira Renganathan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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