Lunar  Secrets
I share  my  secrets with the  moon. (unknown  to you) .
When  it  glows  as  a  plate  of  silver, 
high  above, unseen  by many  (asleep) , 
we  share  secrets.
It  glows  making  the  sky, 
 a  broad  white  A4  sheet, uninked, unstained, virgin-like.
Winking  stars  seen  scattered, 
what  gleaming  flow  from  heaven  is  this?   
I  watch  this  brilliant, radiant  circle. 
A  very  few  care  to  look, admire  its  glistening  charm.
A  silent  verse. Mute  conversation. 
Poetical  radiance. Pure  beauty.
Unseen  to  sleeping  eyes  below. 
Yet, known  to  me. Theses  lunar  secrets.
                                   - S. Ramesh                
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