At twilight
in the infinite parameters of horizon,
snoring sun sleeps
under the blanket of dusk
covered with evening’s elegant foil.
Pock-marked moon peers
from the star-lit parasol
and descends on earth
walking down the silver steps
to glance at my beloved,
my sleeping beauty!
Eclipsed by my
beloved’s breath-taking beauty,
embarrassed moon soon vanished
behind a shroud of dark cloud
like vapour
from the burnt camphor!
Amid morning hues,
before melting down
in the sapphire skies
vanilla moon,
swearing by the moonlight
whispers a silvery secret, that -
my beloved is,
every poet’s dream!
Copyright ©2008 Bharat B. Trivedi
Reminds me 'chaudviki chand ho..Ya aptab ho...' Beautifully worded sathyanarayan
my beloved is, every poet’s dream! lovely words that is so heartfelt............thanks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very moving poem from a great soul