A dark night…….
Images flutter and change
Some take sweet revenge
The poet seeks his beloved
A night of comfort with word
Is she devoted and keen ever?
To serve him at his hour
Is she one who plays her mood?
Is she too self-willed?
He has to take the deserted street
Dark images his retreat
No glowing eyes of his beloved
No light on images shed
The night is heavy lonely,
No beloved word for his fancy
A choking throat, images many
He thirsts for the child of poetry
The night is gone, wisdom dawns
A busy world opens shutters
He has to run for his bread
Buoyant romance, fully crushed
His beloved sleeps through all noise
A sleep careless guiltless
His day of burden mightily weighs
His poetry is wise silence……
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem