No moon can ever
Match in size or brightness
The moon that fills me

Sometimes copper coloured
Most times like milk poured into
Large round vessel

No super moon can
Beat that magic-moon that spelt
Two heart as one

The moment slipped
The sea gulped the moon and belched
My heart, its abode

indira babbellapati

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