Luna thy Elanra, 
Beware she sheds silent tears
pangs of betrayal thus clears, 
Her first love forgets she never
clad in white mourns for ever; 
maddens poor hearts in the night
monthly once she shines bright, 
takes the form of beloved first
shouldn't you know this? you must! 
perpetual desire always she is
still a lovely barren miss
father of storms she lures with a kiss; 
tempts him always to embrace strand
makes him fool on spongy sand 
a spotless beauty of rugged land.......
Mukesh Raval
Palanpur
India[23/01/2010]                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    