Luna thy Elanra,
Beware she sheds silent tears
pangs of betrayal thus clears,
Her first love forgets she never
clad in white mourns for ever;
maddens poor hearts in the night
monthly once she shines bright,
takes the form of beloved first
shouldn't you know this? you must!
perpetual desire always she is
still a lovely barren miss
father of storms she lures with a kiss;
tempts him always to embrace strand
makes him fool on spongy sand
a spotless beauty of rugged land.......
Mukesh Raval
Palanpur
India[23/01/2010]
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem