Crescent Moon
G Gita Ashok
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Late in the evening
as a cool breeze blew,
the fronds
of the coconut palms
trembled in glee.
A million ripples
formed in the lake
that was stirred
by a slight drizzle -
a Heaven-sent gift
on a warm summer day.
I stood near the lake -
watching the lively ripples
and listening to
the melody
of the falling rain.
And then I saw
the reflection...
The reflection
of the crescent moon.
How beautiful!
How enchanting!
And what a sublime sight!
The crescent moon's reflection
was lovelier than the crescent moon
and for a moment, time stood still...
Gita Ashok
23rd July 2012,12 noon
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