In a lonely night
Beholding the lonely moon,
But in my sight;
Not alone, a poetic boon.
When I am alone
I am not really alone,
Loneliness gives me wide opinion
For that is my real companion.
In a weary mood, I count stars
Some peeping into the young tree,
A star falls down into the dark
And hides when I long to see.
Into the dark some stars scare
And some show their twinkling dare.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem