Moonlight Poem by Shraman bajracharya

Moonlight



How do i wish to enter in your very soul
Though even i don't know what is it made up of
Glass, clay or solid gold
Do they belong to some one old?
Or might it be suffering very fatigue cold
But this doesn't seems to matter
As i am blind fold
Oh! it is hardly locked
Still i am waiting outside door
Trying to figure out this impossible soul

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