The moon swings with tall palms
Wind breaks night's uneasy qualms
A sad song is sung softly by a shadow
As it moves it knocks on the window
Night in this valley is dark and eerie
Morning comes with a shocking story
Many had come out to see the face
They vanished without leaving a trace
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Morning comes in natural way but before morning at night moon dwells in lap of sky. Every imagery looks so beautiful. Many see the face and shadow of light and hope. When in palms moon swings we feel reflection and calmness of hope and joy. An excellent poem is beautifully penned.10