After the burning noon,
Comes the nature's boon.
It is round in sight,
just like a sun in night.
It is crescent, quarter, or full,
It swims in the pool.
It wakes up with the hoot of owls,
Then it sleeps with our breakfast bowls.
Again after the burning noon,
Comes the nature's boon,
The Elegant ‘Moon’!
- Sayansh
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The Moon
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