Monsoon’s end
patches of emptiness
on the evening moon
sun bath
an eagle circles
the day moon
harvest moon
a path of lantern traffic
to the farm hill
harvest moon
taproot of a carrot
shows up red
full moon –
winter’s stillness
in a soap bubble
holding on
with what she left behind
winter moon
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hi Ramesh Anand brilliant title, brilliant poem, winters moon, aah the melancholy. Wish you well.