Mridula Gupta

White In The Sky - Poem by Mridula Gupta

When the sun goes down,
I rise from a small town.
At night I stand in the sky,
When the yellow sun says good bye.

Sometimes I am not there,
This much you have to bear.
When I come back,
I go on the same track.

In me you might see a face,
But don’t think it’s a strange case.
I am non-other than the moon,
You all can’t see me at 12 noon.

Topic(s) of this poem: personification

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 10, 2014

Poem Edited: Saturday, May 10, 2014

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