Talking To The Moon Poem by Paramananda Mahanta

Talking to the moon

I stand alone with passing time,
For my.silent heartto set its chime.
She smiles with a treadmill run,
Spread her beauty to float my song.
She made me filled for her outspoken mirth,
I sent a message to tame her flight.
She nudged me hard for a outing,
Veiled me mad in her silky screen.
I looked up her in utter madness,
Singled her beauty in my praise.
My word chase start to get her pinned,
Team my heart for a heavenly din.
She hid her face for shameless gaze,
Come up again to beat my sledge.

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