The moon renounced to dawn and vanish its waning shine.
She conceded one fray to lose, to win another gasp of time.
Reflection seen on the streams of swirling pools,
There a shadow was hidden behind the twigs of wood keens.
Moon played the strings mellow yet deceiving
As jackals’ lingered for a big gorge at herald’s wave.
Pool within pool, snare within snare, a quick mud
Beyond the desire touch, Venus fly trap sneaks on ground.
aonderful and imaginative poem.good imagery.nice poem dear cat voted10 surya
Pool within pool, snare within snare, a quick mud Beyond the desire touch, haaaa. shan
Beautiful landscape of moonlight.........soft sweet and serene
Beautiful rendition of words. An insightful poem elegantly brought forth in heightened poetic diction with conviction. Thanks for sharing.
Moon played the strings mellow yet deceiving As jackals’ lingered for a big gorge at herald’s wave. such a fine poem...... use of words is powerful and images used are telling...... just fine. thank you very much. tony
It is such a beautiful poem.. The inagery is exquisite.. I wish you were still active at PH. If you ever see this then thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting piece of work. enjoyed reading it!