Nice moon hangs from the top
to flood the whole earth
nice moon hangs
as soon as I utter this
a 'me' within myself
sounds much silently
with an asking
are you sure
moon hangs
and you are planked
I review within a moment
the cosmic relation
coolly I see
I am on the outer surface of the globe
the globe hangs in the hollowness
and my legs are tied
by gravitational force
actually
I also the hanging object
tied by the legs
heads are free in air
looking moon to ejaculate my
hanging helplessness
just me then utter silently
Hi, moon
I am also on your way
to be ignited
if the constant plans to ignite me....
Pranab k c
11.2013
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wondrful cosmic poem with a poetic take on gravity!