Poems by Meenakshi 72

Yes, it enchants me!

a poem by

Meenakshi 72

As I stand lost in ‘it’
while ‘it’ softly sails out of the clouds and lifts the night about,
a feeling comes over me.
No, its neither love nor hate, either pleasure or pain.
Just a simple curiosity that disturbs me every time ‘it’ shines.
If even being miles apart ‘it’ could so enchant me, I wonder,
were ‘it’ to be about me, how luminous my life would be!!!

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