Standing under the vast sky Staring at the starry sky,
The full blown Moon
I fondle in my heart.
The Moon, though ever elusive
Stirs my heart always.
My grief laden heart,
The sun burnt head
Are healed up arousing
The faraway feelings
Of the finer aspects of earth.
The sky is vast,
The Moon is bright,
The stars are shinning.
Yet I am an awkward
Visitor to this eternity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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