Under the moon light
when the moon is sprinkling it’s aroma in the air
our lives are fruit full , moonless life not imaginable
on a black top road
when the road having sarpatine curves on it’s way
the beauty of road is an unimaginable land scape
riding on the bullock cart
when the bulls neck belt bells are ringing “gana gana gana “
depicts that the music was born in the nature itself
when your forehead hairs are dancing rethamically in the moon light air
the black and white shades of your posture articulated another art of Picasso
it took me to my dream world- you are the only my dream girl.
Hours had gone , years have lost but our memories are everlost and are afresh one.
- Come Dear (advocatemmmohanaksharaalu.wordpress.com)