Sun follows her, for a complete fortnight.
has the glimpse of full face, only this night.
The full moon, as she glows, romance flows,
glorifies the universe, as an adorned bride.
To have closer view of her gorgeous face,
Ocean too becomes eager, thus tides high.
Gaze her, adorned with the twinkling stars,
lucky is the peasant, living in countryside.
Who make their contiguous, more luminous;
from her enchanting look, he is deprived.
Clouds sometimes play and veil her to hide,
makes her lovers sad, if she's out of sight.
As soon I throw my eyes, on her pretty face,
reminiscences of my beloved, soon thrive.
S. D. Tiwari
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