After a long time
I have taken my diary
To compose some verses
By sitting on the couch
In my balcony on this full moon night.
My thoughts seem to be paralysed
And my poetic mind like a physician
Tries to cure them in stead of writing verses.
The moon is walkiing but staring at me
And the romantic night is laughing at me silently.
It seems to be impossible
To compose the lovely verses
In the romantic light.
The happy conversation between us
Will not go on tonight.
My dreams are silent
Not to play with the moonlight.
By Dipankar Sadhukhan
Kolkata, India.
Copyrights@December29,2016(12: 10am) .
When I read this beautiful poem the first thing I thought is that sometimes nature is so awesomely perfect and beautiful we can't capture it in words. Thanks for reminding us that it's ok to just take it all in :)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Moonlight, solitude, reflections- -you have brought it all out beautifully