THE NIGHT
The night above the houses hangs on
The new born babies are in smile
Lost in dreams of fairyland
Fly over the babbling stream.
The darkness
Layout a plan of a hidden assail,
Past the streets under a tree
Eyes sparkle,
The red blood oozes in silence
The tiger quenches the thirst
Turn the city a hunting ground.
Breathing and whispering continues
Inside the walls of the houses,
People burn with passion
Befriended for a while
A game continues for a Judas-kiss.
An old man indignant of sleep
Scowl at the shadows laughing,
A cloud of sighs are blown
The malignant relations crucify,
His heart is a cold glacier
Freezes more when snow falls.
The night is furled up in the sky
Caress all tears and smiles in a sport
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem