The moon is walking with me
In the moonlit night as the free
Floating cloudy boat just follow
All towards against my shadow
Silent woods whisper the breeze
On the rosy bed as beloved miss
Where lonely I recite the rhyme
Because poetry root is true chime
True root can make a strong tree
Poet is that tree thru the poetry
All can be cured by poetic tongues
As green leaves refresh the lungs
Moony nature as long as a wanderer
Poetry shines all thru poetic power
© Mahtab Bangalee
Chattogram
February 20,2023
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nature has poetry that the heart and soul read. Reminds me of Wordsworth. Nicely done!