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This is my short story i hope you will enjoy
When the moon of Shukla Tithi sinks-
The boy walks across the hill.
He picked up the wrecked heart in his hands.
What was left a long time ago
By pressing the soil here. Right here,
The two sit face to face - the moon of Poush,
He thought he would see until he drowned.
Nothing he has seen yet.
Didn't see him - soft joshna like palm shell
Sunburned brown statue,
An afternoon blown away by the smoke.
The owl that lost its child in the distance is crying in a hushed voice.
The boy is walking to the star.
Suddenly he said in a muffled voice- I too will be exhausted.
For example, when the pale moon sinks-
One of the Magh night
He forgot the love of the grasshopper and drowned.
Fantastic