Midnight in bed,
Many thoughts in my head.
A sense of fear,
To lose someone dear.
With the moon still there,
The blank walls I stare,
To find what went wrong,
and the night seemed very long.
Beneath the stars,
I think for hours,
For calls and messages are a waste,
the thought of which gives me a sour taste.
In this endless night,
I look for a light,
I pray to god,
to mend what flawed..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice poetic imagination, Niharika. You may like to read my poem, Love and Lust. Thanks