White In The Sky - Poem by Mridula Gupta
When the sun goes down,
I rise from a small town.
At night I stand in the sky,
When the yellow sun says good bye.
Sometimes I am not there,
This much you have to bear.
When I come back,
I go on the same track.
In me you might see a face,
But don’t think it’s a strange case.
I am non-other than the moon,
You all can’t see me at 12 noon.
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