I have lost count of the days.
The pain is increasing. But the death is not near. Why does this happen?
I was quietly walking on the shore enjoying the full moon.
I could not resist the lure of the inviting sea, waving boat and the nectar moon!
I climbed on to the boat and sailed into the sea.
It was sheer joy, a heavenly pleasure.
The sky, The Sea, The Breeze and The Moon! Ecstatic experience! !
But suddenly the moon vanished! Darkness surrounded me like a blanket….
It was sickening without the moon..
But wait, why am I not seeing the Sun which can dispel the darkness and rescue me?
It is dark & painful...
The pain is increasing. But the death is not near. Why does this happen?
I have lost count of the days.
The hope of the moon keeps me alive. But the pain of not experiencing the moon is excruciating…..
Walking on the shore & enjoying the golden moon perhaps is far better.
I can't go back to the shore now
My life or death is in your hands, Oh my dear moon.
Make the decision fast, for this painful existence on the dark sea is quite unbearable.
Love me or Kill me. But don't ignore me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well every situation has expiring date. I guess we must learn to keep fate and take things in stride. FAITH KEEPS THOSE THAT KEEP THE FAITH - Mother Teresa. A nice poem, well articulated and nicely penned. Thanks for sharing. Please read my poem MANDELA - THE IMMORTAL ICON.