Beneath a huge mountain like an ant,
He watches the birds where they fly in the twilight sky towards their nests.
A single star gossips with the Moon.
And he hears their secret croon.
Who comes to chat with him?
Only the darkness peeps to his untidy room.
He dreams the day of betrayal that she left the village like yesterday.
Why the morning star visits so early?
No, it's as usual.
The midday is very warm like an oven.
And the teary eyes always there never leaves him alone.
This poem surely makes eyes wet…but the ambience will make heat leap…a perfect blend…light and shade… Ten Ms. Nivedita UK
A poem of pure enchantment. I love to think of a star gossiping with the moon. The mood is sad, but the word picture is beautiful. Write on, Nimal. Warm regards, Sandra
Another wonderful poem, Nimal! I love your image filled style.-TGR
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the lines: A single star gossips with the Moon. An he hears their secret croon. A sad imaginery. The loneliness is really heart-breaking in this piece. Have a nice day. B.B.