Through the darkness of night,
behind the branches of deodar,
he peeped thru, O Moon, the only
source of gentle light!
One side there was deep ditch,
another was hill tufted with trees,
in between these two me and the moon's
tender light! He tiptoed all the
way, the moon of Mussoorie.....
The green dark leaves in silhouette,
swayed to say, good bye to me.
They disappeared after a long period,
But, the moon followed me all the way! !
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Aha, this is cool write, sound a bit different that i ever feel than your poem...but all are good and this kinda refreshing for new way..liked it Nila_Soul
the moon which stays with the poet and and all the poets is enchanting...good poem
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your poem is quite admirable with the moon following you.I enjoyed the Moon All The W ay. Thanks and wishes. Chandra Thiagarajan