One night The Moon
From the assemblage of stars,
Descended on the roof.
He spoke to me steadily whispering,
“With deserted eyes,
Come ahead and touch me.”
I was afraid, I was shy,
And addressed thus
“How it may happen? ”
When He isisted on being touched,
I wished,
Going ahead I should touch it,
Bu till then,
The Moon went behind the clouds.
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