The old
weathered
thatch
withered
like
a dead
moth's wings
Leaving
many
passages
onto
the lusty skies
beyond
A hundred
dusty beams
lit up the rooms
And
I count
in delight
many a
glowing eggs
cast in light
Mom quite
annoys
sweeping
and
sprinkling
water
just to lay
the swirling
dust
That summer
bright
a day
dad told
Watch
in the noon
All those
glowing
eggs would
be swallowed up
by the moon
Hey,
an enchanting
celestial sight
to see
Once
in a blue moon
solar eclipse
The moon
embraces
the sun
But
he warns
My son
dear
don't dare
look at the sun
eyes bare
It'd burn
And
for the
first time then
eclipse
I saw
Not just one
Hundreds
Wow!
A delightful
surprise
Several
alluring silver
crescents
Alas!
Raging
rings of fire
turned
incredible
diamond rings
All
lying scattered
resplendent
and
glittering
In our
dung
plastered
floor!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A colourful read. Quite vivid imagery. Enjoyed the read!