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The moon and I
Last night the moon was silent and stare,
I blinked my eyes with lots of love and care.
I cherished the moment with the reminiscence,
each phase of the moment was wax and ware.
Whispers of moment, stories were untold and hidden,
fragments of laughter, reverberate of tears were stored.
The prologue of my story came out through the corridor of my heart,
I said to the moon let us cherish the fragments of my past.
I told him and he listened quietly and consciously.
From childhood dreams to moments of grace.
I was dread about my fortune as where is a rose, there is thorns,
where is an opportunity there is a misfortune.
Through the seasons of life, they guide and lessons I learnt,
My memories, an accumulation, a remaining art.
Filaments of life, they construct every moment,
a world apart within the dome of my mind they rest...
Hearing all these words of mine the moon was silent,
I said, I will tell the rest story later, it is too late and good night....
© Minakshyee nayak
I blinked my eyes with lots of love and care.
I cherished the moment with the reminiscence,
each phase of the moment was wax and ware.
Whispers of moment, stories were untold and hidden,
fragments of laughter, reverberate of tears were stored.
The prologue of my story came out through the corridor of my heart,
I said to the moon let us cherish the fragments of my past.
I told him and he listened quietly and consciously.
From childhood dreams to moments of grace.
I was dread about my fortune as where is a rose, there is thorns,
where is an opportunity there is a misfortune.
Through the seasons of life, they guide and lessons I learnt,
My memories, an accumulation, a remaining art.
Filaments of life, they construct every moment,
a world apart within the dome of my mind they rest...
Hearing all these words of mine the moon was silent,
I said, I will tell the rest story later, it is too late and good night....
© Minakshyee nayak
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