In sunset ash the evening star has burnt out its light
The dark night of exile over all is now impressed
Its since ages the sequence of day and night
O fate why cannot you this caravan arrest
Come to mind those whose folly would command
The day to have no clouds nor the night a moon
The east wind once again knock at my prison door
Heart be reassured it will be daybreak soon.
Very amazing imagery is drawn here with wonderful vision. Nicely penned...10
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A shining and bright star indeed.Thanks for sharing,10