For Moon Peramb Poem by Saddam Husen

Gaiety

No society

Only my beauty.



Quiver

Flowing water

Edge of river

With you at weir.



Round

And round

With your jocund.



Blither

Strange eager

Flowery fragrant shower

Till the evening star.



Talk

Which knock

To end heart.



Ear ball

Mine enthrall

Your sweet call

As easy snow fall.



Distress

Little silence

Even small distance.



Tramp

Hand inhand

For moon peramb

Away from this land.