Among thousand stars
One twinkles beside the Moon
Almost unseen, almost rare
As if, fed up by him with spoon
I watch them so everyday mid-night
While I make my count.
The Moon moves 'mid the sky
And mirrors in the still watery pond
While he makes my child cry.
Strange the child, strange their bond
And I'm astonished every evening
While my child demands to go the pond around.
The plants stand bending headed
'Mid the mid-night Moon beams
Tired of oxygenation, want as if to sleep in bed
With human beings to dream their dreams.
So nice the scene, for they are in extreme beauty
Make my thought poetic, full of curiosity.
Everything around me looks ghostly
While the Moon hides under clouds.
My father is my inspiration one and only,
When I go out of door and feel proud.
So darkness, so silent the surrounding
Yet I dare to meet them every night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely poem painting nice to read thank