As the
sun set, you went out
With
the promise to set out
As the
moon to dispel my doubt,
The
night when you left me.
A few
full-moons you sent out.
On that
day
The
moon failed to turn out.
An
eclipse? A cloudy night?
If so,
for the next
I shall
wait.
If
otherwise
It is a
romantic death.
No harm
to the moon
If not
shown or shone.
It is
the objects
Which
will be lorn.
30.10.99,
Palakkad
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