Past midnight
When clouds gather in the sky
And shut off the stars,
I can hear the rustling of the wind
Among the leaves
And the regular croaking of the frogs.
In the paddy fields
The fishes swim or rest in muddy pools,
A snake riddles its way through
And the lonely peepul tree
Keeps a constant vigil
(Its leaves shaking silently in anticipation
For the absent virgin moon.
You do not come.
Past midnight
I turn restlessly in my bed.
Satya, thank you for this expressive peice! Love it!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Indeed a nice poetic ambience conceived and worded …romantic…but she didn’t come…here this rupture is melancholic rapture… 10 [for ambience] Ms. Nivedita UK