Sheet of the pond
Reflecting the moon
The puffy cloud
Concealing it with envy,
Your face emerged
Peeping over my shoulder,
As the mirror image eternal,
Drizzling drops of rain
Disturbing thy transmission,
Oh! Blessing in disguise
I see thy golden form
In every dropp of shower,
Silhouette of my angel,
Multiplying in thousands,
In place of one silver,
Alas! Destiny is so miserly
I have two eyes only,
To catch the total internal reflection!
11 8 2010
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