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Satish Verma Tonight moon was
gliding like a swan,
white and graceful.
But you slept on my hand
like a skylark.
Your eyes lit up
when I squeezed a verse.
Do I need to tell you
that fireflies had gone mad
after striking you?
And the weird thing was,
Aurora blushed after running into dark.
To catch your shadow,
time stood still, until
the sun passed away.
