Penned By B D Narayankar
Sometimes,
I feel to rustle in my palms
the dry leaves of the night
and splash it over the sky
Sometimes,
I feel to peel off the soiled
bundles of clouds
and see what lies behind
May be, there is
another moon;
another like you,
My Love!
NOTE: Moon is another name of HERS
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