She is no moon yet she appears like
She matches the moves of the moon
When it is dark and steady night,
Her rise is no lesser than moonrise.
When covered by the clouds,
Slowing passing between them
She appears and smiles.
On my window sill
on every silent night
I sit and watch the drifting
The waxing, the waning
And the mocking with sweeping delight.
I float in the galaxy of thoughts
Among the twinkling stars not bright
When we are together with no one besides.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem