menash mohan shrestha - My Moon

My moon always waxes and wanes like you.
And vanishes in the dawn leaving behind thetwinkling dew.
All day long I long for her company.
But in the middle of the night she calls to accompany.
In me there is doubt who is brightened in the day.
Since many a man, I know, desires for her blue ray.

menash mohan shrestha

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