Penned By B D Narayankar
When I saw her first
She seemed to me like -
Like a silent stream
Like a fragrant stick
Like a dove in mist
Like a spring in woven thread
Like stitches of poetry in red
Like lush green fragrance in bed
Like bewitching dimple
She's the MOON - spotless,
unlike the one up above
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