Its twelve o clock winter night.
Where I found every thing very quite.
I come near the window and absorbing the nature.
And thanking God for the beautiful creature.
The cool wind blowing makes me shiver.
Although I wish that the night could be bigger.
The shining moon rid out my fear.
And the fresh gold night make me cheer.
The night going to end with golden star.
I feel to touch them but they are very far.
Looking outside the window is not a waste.
But still I need to take the rest.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem