Moon-light and sun-shine
are all the same.
It is all but one
though in different phases.
If you have patience
You may go on searching
the value of the shadows.
You are allowed to say red
But restrained to utter grey.
The water and the air
know everything about me,
I know nothing about them though.
It is my good luck I am here with them
If I remained silent, it is really shame, shame.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem