Softness of a passing cloud,
the charm of the Moon,
rays from the Sun
and haunt in a thick jungle
all of a sudden they peeped into my heart.
Simultaneously some rare feeling born.
In the starry night,
my heart is very warm
and I care always not to get melt.
My beloved Eavesdropper!
are you searching that charisma?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem