Bonded Beauty Poem by Pradip Chattopadhyay

Bonded Beauty



The earth has its fill
When the moon melts on the hill
Pours down its side
To flow in wild tide.
Finding it silvery sweet
Our hearts ravage it.
Its beauty milked dry,
Moon can no more return to the sky.

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