This Cool
Moon today.
The merciless hot
summer
Bazillion cogitations throng
me,
Summer unsulking spreads
every corner and mood,
Singular you stand
and sweat;
Afternoon passes slowly
after Vexing us all.
At eventide you
stroll
This cool moon
is not cool,
Tarnished by some subtle
Intruder, she too
unmakes
Us , our refuge in her,
Our following her, our
Longing for her company.
The cool moon is disturbed
By some concocted
clippings.
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