Photos: T-Series
She: Where has half moon… gone?
Now not at sky!
He: Had the moon come down…
And shared your forehead?
The full moon to night…
Where is she? Search.
She may, turn as background…
Of your face, like smiling eyes’ sight!
The shape of our Honey moon!
Still, I didn’t look!
Do you see her anywhere?
Open your fruit lips;
I can trace it… from your mouth!
What?
Honey moon may be mixed
With, your wines pour lips;
Or mingled into,
Mother tongue tasted tongue!
What for reason?
The black cloud
Return back towards us?
Whether for comparing her fair…
With your hairs or to
observe your beauties?
-- Wills in Kavithai Chittu
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