That night the Moon had a black face,
two long fangs and teeth with tartar!
His eyes were two red burning
Glass balls!
I though He's a Rakshasa
straight from our Indian epics!
The next morning my wife clarified:
'Oh dear! The Moon is just a mirror! '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful! ! The good and bad of life depicted beautifully in lines. Loved it.