Luscious Lass in lurk under the dusky evening sky.
Her lustre in the night fall,
Has the hapless Sun ever seen?
He never got the opportunity in his lifetime.
He is only a sad lover and burning in day light.
But the nocturnal song with her magical lute only the night hawks can hear.
If the Sun intrudes into the night,
He will be surprised by seeing the nexus of nightly legacy.
And you see how the Lucifer's hanky-panky?
Nice to see Nimal in a differnt legacy: -) Well written. TO
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very eloquent. Memorable music of the night. Only the last line lets us know that the poet feels the tune leaves something to be desired. Take care, Nimal. Sandra