A cynical vision draped in moon beam
Stand frozen like a lover-ghost in the sad faced shadow of the banyan tree
At the first streak of morning light, she would leave …
With death staring at your face, truth hits you as hard as Midday
Let these eyes remain open, just let them be…
A strand of crooked hair
At the foot of the banyan tree
Perhaps, that of a banshee…
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wow i like such quirky eerie poems and u wrote a fine mix of thrilling sombre scenes all in one. Nice poem! Pls coment any mine too