The ripples broke the moon into pieces <br />But her wishes elsewhere sniffed the air. <br /> <br />The night was fair enough though <br />To bathe in her beauty she wasn’t there. <br /> <br />Where broke the ripples the moon’s face <br />Reflected the water the firmament <br />She searched in dreaminess <br />Commotion of the slightest movement. <br /> <br />One small fish would satiate her night!<br /><br />Pradip Chattopadhyay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/her-night/
