I wait so eagerly for you
as you disappear in morning,
waiting for the dawn that speaks
the conversation that is shinning.
The beauty of moon
and the stories of moth,
how wonder you are in
wearing the black nature’s cloth.
To the every children feeling
alone and frightened,
looking to you even their
tears get brighten.
Do you know the story
that tells about the distance so far,
It would be yours from the
morning to the evening star.
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