Poems by Divakar Rao T.S.

Moon without six pence

a poem by

Divakar Rao T.S.

The purple moon
shall not meander past-
Dawn- lest it shall
lose serenity- identity,
Is it wishful thinking dad?
asked my cute little daughter-
with twinkling eyes, short tails.
and lusty cheeks- gutsy looks-
A million rays would,
surely vanquish not just moon-
but even the mighty planets-, baby-
But, we need all the million-not just few.

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