Moon pieces

The boy in knickers ,who is the old poet,
Could not bend too low for fear in belly.
Fear perked up like piece of balcony sky

And crawled in half-pants to feet below.
The bucket fell to it with deep dull thud
As its rope had slithered down a pulley

Like vague water snake searching frogs.
The waters came up to sprinkle moons,
In tiny puddles on the stone saucer rim.

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About nisheedhi

Retired banker with poetry and photography as chief interests
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