'had i been Claude Monet
i would have captured perfect
And created a work...
Naming it
Impression,lunarscape...
Much like the Sunrise one...
But on a different platform...
Differed Space
And Time too...'
he thought
Looking at the moon
Through the bamboo thicket
Peeping like a little girl
Playing hide and seek...
One evening
So heartwarming...
he looked at her
her silvery moist face
Without any cosmetic
Any adornment artificial...
'aha...
She is so much like a dream
And alas
Even if He is so kind
So wealthy...
So rich...
i am so poor...
Not a Claude Monet
To create a canvas pure
Of an impression
Cast so vivid
But lost in transit...'
he thought
As real engagements caught him
The table was made ready
And he had to attend a party...
Away from the Moon...
Amidst hurly burly...
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