Missing Moon Poem by Paramananda Mahanta

Missing moon

My night mourns in your absence
And unloading the treasure of sleep,
Why would you deepens in my skin
when you are not there to peep.

How do you talk to my heart
So much tales in your absence,
My mattress now rewarding me
Songs of life with divine grace.

I know you are behind the curtain
To observe me ploughing my thoughts,
Next day when I will find you peep
From there I will drag you to my chest.

You are doing well in your act
So regular and evenly paced
I am just calmly waiting you
Return to my sky fully laid.

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