I have always been fascinated by moon
It moved along with me wherever I went
With surprise, I used to ask, my grandma
She used to say 'it's playing with you'
Then many a time, moon and me
At a wide space, Face to face
Talked in our own language surprisingly
At the stretch of my lovely curiosity
Language still persists only there is
A Conversion, it became my lonely dream//
I too love that we are all looking at the same moon regardless of what corner of the world we are in and it always looks like it's there just for you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A different side of you, innocent and playful. I like it. :)