Its a beautiful night
with The Moon shining so bright
surrounded by the Stars.
Oh what a lovely pleasant wind.
Not to slow and not to fast.
She walks in a beauty, like the music.
And all night long she calls through the night.
The wind gently singing through the leaves.
She asked me why I alone in this beautiful night.
I replied I am sad with tear in my eyes.
She asked what the reason behind your tear.
I replied, I was alone.
She said you are not alone.
I was always with you from day to night.
My pleasant waves always try to makes you happy.
Finally I am not alone she with me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A refined poetic imagination, Purushottam. You may like to read my poem, Love And Iust. Thank you.