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The Moon


The moon holds a fascination.


moonSaw a moon in the sky
she bade me come near
I moved close to her
tried to touch her bosom
passed my fingers over her
the milky white fluffy flesh
looked so imposing and clear
did not promote anything promiscuous
gave a thought of purity in the fold
the crystal clear light that passed
fell one me with a grace so fine
took me over in a blind
her pristine beauty turned me dumb
expressionless I got transformed
like a stone I was
I stood holocaust in the brightness.

By meenas17

A lover of classical Carnatic music.
An avid reader, passionate writer, into stocks and investments for livelihood

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