Poem – Gimme That Moon to Play With

`Gimme that moon to play with, Ma! Gimme those stars! 

Gimme those clusters and stuff them all in my pocket!’ 
He flushes, he cries, he stares at the moon

Jasoda wipes his tears, ‘Don’t be so crazy, Kanha!

The moon is far up in the sky! There are kids in every house,

You alone don’t seem to have any sense!’

`Gimme that moon to play with, Ma! Gimme those stars!

Gimme those clusters and stuff them all in my pocket!’
Taking water in a bowl, she showed him the moon

And consoled Narsaiyya’s Lord!

`Gimme that moon to play with, Ma! Gimme those stars!

Gimme those clusters and stuff them all in my pocket!’ 

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