Now, I long to go out in the night
By breaking walls, if I might
To roam here and there in the moonlight
Pity on me...! , beautiful moon is out of sight
Soft is the wind outside
could not enjoy because of the rules I abide
To stare at the illuminated outer circle of the moon
Wouldn't it would be a joy to let cool breeze rub your skin...?
*Devastated by our college decision not to let any hostel inmate outside the hostel after 8: 30PM, I wrote this poem with little anger and grief.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
hope you are let out now! !