Penned By B D Narayankar
I have been waiting a century since
No one passed by this path
A few chariots of moon
had passed by
But nobody disembarked
from the moon
Parting clouds,
the moon peeps,
on the sly,
smiles at my discomfiture
Can't even curse you, O moon,
that you may be forever
bedeviled by an eclipse,
for my beloved is known
by thy name!
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