Same moon, I
will not witness the bloodshed
during the starless sky.
When it is pitch dark
you open the hidden myths of
hanging China rose.
A world dies under
the Chinar tree to save a
rising crimson sun.
Verily, darkness provides opportunities for all sorts of crimes, thanks to the sun
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
An exceptional poem, sir Satish.....10+++++++++++