I See All Crescents Of Moon In Full! Poem by KAVIN CHARALAN

You presented me a book on my birthday
After turning its hundred pages
I feel your finger's touch only not the words!

You presented me a bamboo flute on another day
Without my touchand blowing the air in the holes
I hear the flute's sweet notes!

You kissed me on one full moon night
After that whenever I look up the sky
I see all crescents of moon in full!

Your touchreally does wonder
Even magician may admire!