Some wiped the dark spots in the moon with their tears
when they started loving love,
And some lived with memories of white lilies and dark fishes
when they started hating love,
he is the lonely barge shivering in the cold forlornness,
Waiting for the moon to be his beacon.
he is the bohemian locked in memories of dark evenings,
and haunted by the bewitching love of love,
like the dry riverbanks holding the memories of winter.
Akin the bird singing in the middle of the rain with yearning
and like the drenched grave wailing in hurting
the coward living with the dream of love has something to say
yes it is 'i love thee'
It is the hanging withered leaf in the dark oak,
It is the dazing wingless white butterfly,
yes it is the yonderly white pearl, it has something to say,
O! it is 'i hate thee'.
he believes,
that the other side of the moon would be pearlescent someday
but he even knows thats never going to happen
because the other side of the moon is dark.....
And thats why 'he lives, in the dark and for the dark'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love this poem, beautiful imagery and very descriptive. Great write.