Poem - Besides the moon
On the roof,
besides the moon,
wishing everything,
turns out good very soon.
I had worked hard,
really hard since that June,
but it was blown away,
like a boat in the typhoon.
Listening on fm,
a very sad tune,
with it tears rolling down,
like late monsoon.
Then came you and said,
Stop acting like a maroon
soon your hardwork,
would prove to be a boon.
All your misfortunes,
I would prune,
and you are going to love,
to who you turn out soon.
- N K Sran
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