MOON glows beyond the crowded braches,
it lifts very very slow,
it gets as invisible as the wind soon,
the wind blows as crescent as moon,
branches and moon whisper I can hear,
passing moments as witness sure.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the wind blows as crescent as moon, branches and moon whisper I can hear, passing moments as witness sure.....amusing expression. Beutiful poem.
Thank uou Kumarmaniji.