The Moon - Poem by sriram chintalacheruvu
I felt it, for the first time,
when i was five years old.
with a song my mother makes me to eat food,
it was so long.
The light comes from it,
was bright as 100 torch lights.
It was the king,
of this dark night,
which shows light as a sun in the morning.
The way of mime by my granny,
makes me so happy.
the feelings towards it,
I never forgets............
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