One night I wanted to write a poem,
But I can't find any topic to write,
For a few minutes I sit quiet.
Suddenly I found a topic to write,
I thought I can write on night.
It was a full moon night,
The environment was quiet and bright.
My friend was reading,
But I was writing.
The moon was wearing the coat of stars,
The sound of wind seems like melody,
It makes everybody feel healthy and hardy.
It was a summer night,
The insects were making sound with glide.
The flowers were blossoming,
And the nightingale was singing.
It was a night of star-studded sky,
But the environment was hot and dry.
Since, it was a summer night,
People were watching the starry sky from a beautiful sight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem