I don’t know what I should say,
And I don’t know how I can describe,
For I don’t know who I am,
And I don’t know what others think I am,
But for you, my words shall speak,
Long till you know who I am.

Sunday, June 6, 2010

Now I See You, as The Blue Moon

Now I see you full, my love
As the moon, the Blue moon,
I thought, I did see you;
It was the moon, the Gibbous moon.
You smiled, for me, when you were
The moon, the Crescent moon,
With your pain, on your dark.
You laughed, for me, when you were
The moon, the Half moon,
But now I know, that I saw,
Only the moon, the dark moon,
And thought it, to be,
The moon, the full moon.

©Anees Rahman

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