On the top of every wave
You throw your light.
Moon Moon I would die
Under your shower the waves
Have changed their sight.
The endless grey sea
Is wild always
During the circle of
Day and night.
Moon moon I will catch
You and collect the waves
To rescue the rays
Of your delivered light.
When I read this poem the poetess appeared in my imagination as a mere chit of a girl watching the moon, loving the moon and wishing to help the moon by protecting its moonlight. What a lovely poem is it! ! 0 out of 10.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A fantastic poem Neela. Beautiful imagery of words to catch the rays of moon which fall on the waves... Loved reading it.