At midnight sky
Ablaze stallion high
Through the weeping willow
Of the dark cold winter, lo
As the morning mourns
The evening sky returns
To the sound
Where silence abound
The roads of cheer
Are freshly queer
To the melancholy
What man awaits duly
There is a mighty One
Whom stars are name one by one
As One fate it falls
An awe of sight it calls
Horizon seems endless
Barren desert nevertheless
Though ocean meets the sky
Plain kiss the sun and fly
'What now, my love? '
Where the river runs may have
Streaming shore of vastness
Only to find-Waterfall of sadness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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