I stare at
The moonlit night
In deep pain and disappointment,
Then I ask it agonisingly,
"Why shall I write? "
It says nothing, just smiles
With its divine beauty,
Which is truly inexplicable,
I forget everything
And begin to write
With great energy and spirit,
Whole night I depict.
Poetry is magical. It holds us spellbound with its beauty and many wonders. A marvelous poem well crafted.
Some beauties are really great compelling boundless journey to decipher splendidity. Beautiful work
Nature heals, speaks and makes us write all the hidden emotions. Loved reading it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Beauty of nature! ! With the fragrance of life. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.