Wednesday, 7 December 2011

Karva Chauth

The moon shines bright – 
a thick white layer by the window.
I embrace it with the dark night,
to sunrise, should I go?

Girl, be my mellow white disguise
Over my dark shadow!
And I greet this because you are nice;
To all and sundry, I can’t let you go!



With Love,
Your friendly poet.