Who can best describe
The ambiance of orange prime
Submerged in the color so elegant
Painting the sky till it's brilliant.
After an expance of long dark night
Streaks of radiance accompanies heart
Turning over the cover so dark
With light that eventually spark.
Like a painter's half circle
It appears at the horizon there
Slowly climbing up high in the sky
Under the dictum of giant red guy.
I'm the poetess
Intrigued at its intricacies
I stood there in the balcony
Admiring the glorious look it dye.
The apocalyptic turnover
From dawn to dusk, cover
Multiple phases of my mood
Mumbling, time rules sound.
Gathering the warmth, it deciphers
I stood there, renewed in all senses
Laying foundations to yet another challenge
Never mind whatever it be, I did prepare.
very nice the moon will vanish with expanse of time let it till then shine moon belongs to everyone it's not only thine nor mine great poets only in moonlight reign as they their night lovers for enjoying the balance of the darker night they can such beautiful ones mine This will save them running uselessly after some unknown divine and claim that she my find is only mine come after some or shorter expanse time if you too want to with the miner dine and drink his lovely white wine
How can moon lag behind Where sun is there moon comes crawling. Well written poem. Admirations and appreciations. Thank-you for reading mine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Such a fantastic write.......thanks for sharing. anjandev roy.
Thank-you sir for reading my poem and admiring.