Behold the single star,
Lying beside the moon,
Twinkling romantically.
What does it murmur to me,
In a secret way my dear?
I looked at it passionately,
Without shutting my lids.
Yes maybe, might be,
Yes, I could, I did.
I told many, but,
It was only winking,
Throughout the night.
Nothing replied but,
It was thrilling to me,
Silently sending,
Soft kisses.
From space with a
Killing thrill.
It was only winking, Throughout the night. Nothing replied but, It was thrilling to me, ....this is true expression. Sir.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The killing thrill Of soft kisses Rises upto stars In this fine poem