I am shocked, looking at your half face,
When I water the plants on the roof top,
Where the roses get toasted under hot sun.
Lemon basil has the great smell, beside,
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Moon who steals human hearts borrows and steals reflecting lights. Beautiful. This describes the other side of the moon. Thank you for a nice poem.
thank you Dr.VKK. The poem is about the half moon that we see in the middle of every fortnight and it is a mixture of reality and imaginary incidents in which we have used to see her up in the sky, only showing a half of her beautiful face, .
Nice poem, but I cannot get fully. Can you give me a clue?
I understand the nice dialogue (mauna mozhi) between you and the half moon. Thanks for your nice explanation.