Every night
A remote star winkles at me
From the dim skies
Why do I feel insulted
Night is dark
The rungs I can't see
My quest to touch that star fails
As transience overtakes
Night's gone
Rising before the sunrise is
Hope brightly like the sun
Morning star touches me
Every morning
A star with its sign language makes us to hope so it reappears like a morning star... well done....5*
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A masterpiece - May the morning touch you with the warmth of the sun! Lovely dear Indira Madam....10