'Oh! night of gentle breeze
gliding along the line of trees
why do I always think of you
that even in my bed
with stars twinkling overhead
you put me in sweet harmony
reading your letters and poetry
in a dream you let me see
the history of your city
when I embraced you by my side
you turned your back to me
but from a distance
you looked back and smiled at me
and from where I stand
I knew and understand
when awake in the morning
with the bird's usual calling
I just felt my heart's secured
from you that I adored.'
Contrasting images of night and day- - -dream and reality- - have been expressed nicely.Gentle night breeze takes you on a dreamy ride to a distant place, but the morning light wakes you up to the reality.A beautiful write, thanks for shharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank you for a very nice comment Ms Bharati Nayak, really appreciate this...