Written by: Anushree Acharya - 28002, Grade IX
Posted on: 09 May, 2024
Oh my dear!
I feel you are near,
But then,
You are far again.
I look at you,
Standing in a queue,
If I could just hold you,
Like grass and morning dew.
You look so bright,
Shining with all your might,
Smiling at me,
Your charm is all I see.
But there comes one day,
Where there is no ray,
You left me alone,
All on my own.
You came back,
Looking like a fat sack,
I knew you would be back soon,
Afterall, you are my dear moon.
