That was the night,
Stars were all happy and
Engaged in soft dances,
Moon was turning sides
To gleam bright when you
Came stealthily from behind,
And whispered into my ears
The song of love we used
To sing with the stream;
I placed my head on your lap
And you were playing with
My hair-deep and black;
Till the dawn appeared in east,
Behind the hills; birds cautioned us
With shaking of feathers and
Unruly chirps; you rushed away
Afraid of getting traced putting
A bunch kisses on my forehead.
This is the night,
I wish stars should fall and
Turn to ash in the air;
The stream should return
To the point of its birth;
Birds should remain in nests
And should not hop in mirth;
For you are sleeping peacefully,
Shedding inhibition and shame,
On his lap in the garden of
Pruned creepers and exquisite flowers;
I am where I was.
You are where you should not be.
@ Tiku 26/04/2015
VERY nice! i DID enjoy this and would like to put it into my September 2018 showcase of poems by PH members. my showcase title will have September 2018 in its title and appear as a single poem in my PH list of poems [though it will be a collection, with all authors names at least twice, with their poem]. (cont.)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
(cont.) to MyPoemList. some favorite lines: Behind the hills; birds cautioned us With shaking of feathers and Unruly chirps; you rushed away bri :) p.s. the title is also very interesting and i wonder about its meaning. hmm? here in U.S. tail is/was slang for something. and so is head. both sexual.