Yesterday was a night of the moon,
who promised we both will meet soon.
She hides for a fortnight in the shroud,
lures me, loves me, makes me proud.
Like mystery one face away from Earth,
while her pristine white, warm like hearth.
Most point to her spots, (its a pity),
while I cling to her eternal beauty.
She gazes at me all the while,
from miles away with a smile.
Maybe it doesn't seem but it is so,
I fix my gaze while she is on the go.
Think of her and she is around you,
and the same grey world seems anew!
She came out of her dark shroud,
loved me, loved me, made me proud
Prasenjit©1997-2013
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