The Moon Is My Lover
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Anil Kumar Panda
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The moon peeps through the cloud
As if it is my ardent lover
I lie on the sands and watch the sky
It descends on the river
It slips in to my room through the
Skylight in the night hours
When I sit on the balcony it smiles
Through the bed of flowers
It follows me when I go and keep
Me under its mystic spell
It touches my heart with its beauty
And in pride it would swell
I don't know how to get rid of it
In this slipping old age
As I ink down this poem it smiles
Perched on the leafy hedge
Bu şiiri puanla
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