The Sun was too bright
and the sweating day
brought scorching hot,
no rustling of breeze
could cool my soul.
And, they said that night,
The moon would be very
near to this mad world.
The day wiped her tired
face by the veil of the
mother earth.
The moon came down, down....
Lost in half-wilderness,
I walked a lot
along the blind lane
alone following a shadow.
Is he my shady love
or burnt hatred,
the moon knew.
I jumped to ask
the moon my question.
He opened his mouth;
My bewildered eyes
saw there was none,
no shadow, no man.
Has he slipped into
the fold of universe,
or Time Future?
I lifted up my head,
and ah! the moon had
also gone up up
up in the hollow space,
leaving me in utter darkness!
I took the way
back home...
Home;
Home!
Home?
Thanks for your valuable comment.Yes, Thomas, I have cat still now.I love them.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So glad to see you writing your gold again! The Moon reflects light! As do you! Bright!