Watched did I, lying upon the ground,
My head, upright.Like a pilgrim astound.
Silence, silence, harkens the ear..
Upon, alerting the naked eyes to seeketh thee with tear..
Shooting star, Thou gaveth me hope's kiss.
For never did I, seeketh thy eternal bliss,
Though, thou moveth, in the blink of time.
That moments joy, shall be mine.
Made did I, a wish upon thy light,
Oh, but I, blushed the same, with a teenage smile.
A woman striving four decades upon the Earth's delight,
For, once sees thy glory, in thy might.
A time of crisis swept across the Earth,
Yet, lucky were we to see thy wondeth.
Oh, shooting star, up above,
Shineth upon us thy, divie love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a well crafted poem! I dare to say it is the work of a master!