Her Night
P Pradip Chattopadhyay
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The ripples broke the moon into pieces
But her wishes elsewhere sniffed the air.
The night was fair enough though
To bathe in her beauty she wasn’t there.
Where broke the ripples the moon’s face
Reflected the water the firmament
She searched in dreaminess
Commotion of the slightest movement.
One small fish would satiate her night!
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