The Moon Put Over The Clouds

One night The Moon
From the assemblage of stars,
Descended on the roof.
He spoke to me steadily whispering,
“With deserted eyes,
Come ahead and touch me.”
I was afraid, I was shy,
And addressed thus
“How it may happen? ”
When He isisted on being touched,
I wished,
Going ahead I should touch it,
Bu till then,
The Moon went behind the clouds.

poem by Muhammad Shanazar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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