In the Moonlight of May
by Rizwan Ahmed Memon
We met in the moonlight of May.
A cuckoo sang a melodious song to make our night romantic.
The moles on her cheek were dim like stars around the moon.
Her bright, soft, velvety, snow-like face kept me awake all night long.
On that night suddenly I got lost in the forest of her long hair.
Then she whispered the way in my ear.
She put her light hands in my hands and brought me back.
She hugged me and promised to stay with me forever.
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