Poem: The Moon on my lawn

Penned By B D Narayankar

Whenever the harping rains fall

on my lawn in pre-monsoons

I hasten to the roof at darkness

And gaze at the sky

I pray to Almighty - that milky Moon (beloved)

comes curling down as the severed kite

to settle on my lawn

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