The moon being a placid lake,
Holds reflection of faces,
Of many a lovers;
Playing hide and seek in their
Youths, around wells, ponds
And thick bowers;
The sun being a globule of fire,
Burns bodies of young birds,
Locked in love;
Jealous of peace they spread,
In anger, cinders of hate, it
Sprays from above.
@ Tiku 11/10/2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful imagery - Moon and sun representing two extremes.Thanks for sharing.