See the dark night has slept,
Covering herself with the light of thy memories,
And left me with the darkness of dejection,
I don't know when the streak of light will pierce this darkness,
But I'm sure that my light, my vivaciy is no more now,
This is the moment you waited for,
Come and make my being a heap of ruin,
So that you may be relieved from my tiresome love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting....night happenings are a favourite among poets! Kindly read my 'Welcome Night'.