The Moon Is Mine.. Dr. Zainul Husain
The shrewed sun has burnt to ashes
All my dreams and cherished wishes.
Can light be so dangerous ?
Hiding in its chest
A duping dagger
But still I have an undying hope,
A hope that caresses my heart and soul.
In the attire of my parted lover
When the moon will shine,
I will scream in boundless glee
The moon is mine
The moon is mine.
© Dr. Zainul Husain
India
04/09/2021
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