At midnight has the sun risen
In obedience to an unknown command
Strangely it up ascends
Against the ominous dark sky
In the brightness of its strength
Perhaps! A cessation of normality
And unto the wilderness was light
In a coyly manner, secrets unfold
Unhurriedly
Accompanied by an ephemeral cloudburst
The trespasser sun is subdued
Smoke particles move up sinuously
Revealed is nothing
I sigh
Back to bed; curious still
Deep in my slumber was heard
'Sinister it is'
At my listening door were they
Who? -The crowd of onlookers
Prattling at such an ungodly hour
'Sinister it is'
I sigh again
But wonders they say shall never end.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
My kind of poem...awesome. I was searching for a song in which the last line reads, 'in the land of the midnight sun'. I found this fabulous site & a poet after my heart.