Lying on the turf
Staring into the void
Morbid silence around
That Resonated from within him
But Poignantly beautiful
Clouds overhead in the night
Jammed his treasured vision
Where his eyes could boldly tread
Into realms unknown
His eyes were his wings
And the sorrow gave it a flight
Everything was where it should be
The moon, the stars, the quittude
Yet something was missing
Somebody who understood the silence
Of the bitter night where
the moon in the nightsky
would roam in morbid solitude
Mocked by the binary stars
But today someone was here
Lying by his side
Whose presence reeked magic
Captivated by her starry eyes
he held her hands in the freezing night
he could now see clear through the clouds
His treasured visions
Of the wandering stars and the moon
That echoed in her eyes
The two in that moment
Drowned in each other's sorrow
As if it was their own
And it was poignantly beautiful
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Kanav justa. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.