Full Moon
You are bright as noon.
My days are gone too soon.
Can't count my days.
Can't control my rage.
Don't know why moon is high.
High upon the sky the moon shines.
Light & delight makes me so shy.
The moon is like an orange.
I am so Innocent.
Innocent as a child.
Bright as a light.
My first step on the moon.
Is like a dream come true.
Wish I would click a photo up there.
Wish I would make my place there.
poem by Yash Pradhan
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