written by: Partha Chatterjee
They look downward.
They think that the moon has somehow dropped down at the bottom of a well.
At once they have arranged for a bucket, rope and pulley.
They are trying heart and soul to lift it out.
They never look upward.
The lonely Moon shines above in full splendour.
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