Every night you knock at my heart like the dripping clouds
I try my bit to seal its walls
So that you are not able to peep inside
But even so
Your "MOONISH" face
Often plunders the darkness
And you succeed in stealing my heart
Like the sun steals water for clouds
To cool off the boiling earth
You are the eternal enchantress
You are my MOON - Period - B D Narayankar
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