The Sun and The Moon

by Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar



Meadows lying stretched Under a fresh bathed sky Blossoms bloom plumes Sweet birds chirp and fly Well-beaded dews smile On green leaves of trees Morn rays kiss the earth Caressed by gay breeze. The Moon looks moaning Solaced by twinkling stars The Sun rises in groaning Dumped alone with scars. The Sun’s long search on For a glimpse of the Moon The Moon blinks and sings Love’s sweet soulful croon.

Image © Bhaskaranand Jha Bhaskar

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Comments on this Poem

Thanks a ton Rupradha for your nice comment.....!!!!

bhaskaranandjhabhaskar
25-Jun-2013 12:09 PM

excellent!! thoroughly enjoyed it!!

rupradha mookerjee
25-Jun-2013 11:00 AM