Post Meridian sunlight becoming yellow
The summer wind like a serenity of green mango
Opened the leaves of manuscripts of a village lyricist
The cantos rising from meadow told about you
I memorized our lost days
From the falling petals of sweet moments
We are going together parallel
The setting sun bids us good bye
Your glorious face is emitting radiance
Through the shadows of pathway
The poet in me thinks the moon is smiling
I forgot that we shall never meet
Though you have gone away with my poetic leisure
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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The poet in me thinks the moon is smiling............. Fantastic flavor of Victorian poetry, the ambiance, the imagery well knitted. Nice the quoted line demonstrates the creation is of 2012. Thank you. Run long...write more.....