When the night plays
It's erratic tunes
And the rhythm wavers
To the frantic winds
When dreams stumble
Upon the jagged moon
And fall into the oblivion
Of my fathomless fantasy
I lay unwilling awake
Meticulously counting
The last remaining stars
In my disintegrating sky.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Seema Aarella. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.
Thank you Jazib, will read your poem as well