Yesterday it was a big moon, not really full,
it grows bigger as night grows deeper,
when all fall asleep,
a large mouse crawling stallingly surreptiously,
soft breeze cuddling the dwarf plant leaves,
mouse saying he is after grains and all insects,
and nocturnal birds will not get any clue of him,
birds like bats who hang in thetree in a stupid way,
In reality, it was a lunar empire first,
so see things in their lunar perspectives only,
You donot get sleep in your room,
sleep under the moon,
dream moon and all lunar things.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem