Sharad Purnima ki raat mein
chand aahista aahista apni gati se
kuchh aage badh raha tha
use tanik bhi jaldibaazi nahi thha
wah to ratri ki nayeeka k saath
kuchh aur vihar karna chahata thha
lekin samay ki dor use khiinche chala jaa raha thha
wah samudra ki gahrayee ko mapta jaa raha thha
prashanta mahasagar
kitna shant, kitna gahara
kahi chandrama apni puri chandani ko
prashanta k liye nyochhawar to nahi karna chahata
tabhi to, prashanta k ur k antim satah se
upri satah tak kewal chandni dikh rahi thee
phie chandrama ki chandani
himalay k unche sikhar ko choom rahi thee
mano charo taraf kewal doodh ki nadyan
umar padi hon, sayad hi aiysa safed prawah
dharatal par nazar aata hai
puri shrishti ko tripta karne k baad bhi
doodh ka gagar bhara ka bhara rah jayega
puri vasundhara urvar ban jayegi
jo aakash aur paatal marg se hokar
kan kan ko sichti hai
bahut sunder kavita hai...sharad poornima ka chandrama yaad aa gaya
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Bhot hi adbhut kavita hai