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The Moon will melt
And lose its charm
Gloom is the result
As beauty suffers harm,
To digest is difficult
But it is God;s norm,
In life may come utter darkness,
Within our control is shrewdness,
Win those who possess kindness,
The Moon will grow
And reach the peak,
It has hope for tomorrow.
It will never remain weak,
Today may come a sorrow,
Pray, be bold, turn not weak!
M V Venkataraman
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