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The Stupid Moon
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The Stupid Moon

Coming to the moon
I have always hated it
I have laughed at its scar
And felt good when it
Vanished behind clouds
I don't like when it
Comes to sit on my steps
Sometimes tagged with
Memory of her
Whom it had stolen away
In a silent night
When I was waiting
Under the gulmohar tree
For a whole night
I hated the moon
For its forceful intrusion
Into my silent life
And let her watch it
Through the window
And smiling at its beauty
In the cloudless sky

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