In full moon night,
the moon walked
with me with his light.
There was cool breeze,
his light touched
the heads of trees--
and the green darkness,
spread its sheet
over the leas' face.
The moon sat under
a leafy tree....
looking at me with wonder
He told how he does fade,
and the dust, smoke, fog,
cover him with shade!
He wept, and I heard,
until, he slept and woke
listening to the call of bird!
incredible mam splendid just like listening to a pure and beautiful melody i became bewitched by your poem...and thank you for giving me that feeling thank you for sharing love payal
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is an excellent piece, beautifully written