'The stars seems to vanish in the skies
As I gazed into this lonely night
For it's hard to see with wearied eyes
The blinking stardust of distant lights
Alone I face this moonless night
And feel such longing
In my far away shore
But as I see these scattered pebbles
And many tire tracks
On this deserted road
With the gentle swaying
Of the nearby trees
It's a wonder...
For everything in this moment of sadness
Crumbles... and I just go on
With life and think of the dreams
Of my love ones back home
This tender night of darkened skies
Regret is not a thing to be carried
For love is not desert, trees or poetry
But sacrifice that one should aspire.'
Love starts with attraction and the lover sees himself in the loved ones and when he is ready for sacrifices for the loved ones, love becomes a worship.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Stars seems to vanish in the skies. Traveling and watching stars in lonely night mesmerize mind. Dreams aspire and love returns back to home. Nearby trees crumble. Very neatly penned poem is shared here...10