The flowers of the Sun,
Get vivid at night,
When the sky is dark.
They write poems on
The milky-ways and stun the
Onlookers with their
Twinkling smile.
I gaze at them but
Never ends my desire
To watch the vast sheet
Of the canopy of night.
The clamor around,
The unwanted sound,
Spellbound I can wipe out
And the stars
Come down to soothe
My restless mind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I love poems about the night sky and the stars..beautifully written...