The sunlight is made for the sun,
And the moonlight for the moon;
Pretty stars have a unique twinkling fun,
God has given them this bright boon.
Impish waves play in the arms of sea,
And the lighted days have the light; -
Flowers smile yearly in green leaves party,
And dark as usual meets with the night.
I’m as alone even today as in the past,
Gardens enjoy the spring and the spring
Enjoys the sweet winds; wherever I cast
My gloomy eyes; nothing for me is remaining.
This world looks sore and desert like the hell,
Where I, ill-fated, and my solitude dwell.
One major thing always makes a poem good - the ending. I always try to put my best thoughts to my endings. This one has a good end and a link with the overall context. well delivered! !
Superb imageries simulating the field of loneliness......well written
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Awesome yar! U'v creatd v.nyc poem, i lvd it..nd i'v been ur fan...aftr readng it!