As children our eyeballs gaze
Ample lingering dreamland
Where full moon blooms
As teens our ogles sense
Effervescent stance of adoration
Tranquil in moonlit milky nights
In the twilight of existence
Our grey- haired eyes stare
Incandescent ball of romance
Longing from dissimilar corners
But all in the life Moon is juvenile
Like so our undying memoirs
VIGIL KUMAR 
Powerful!
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