The Sadmoon, Poem by Neela Nath Das

Sadness covers my zone.
It dances along the
way, I walk everyday!
No joy, no word of mirth
but the liquid sorrow
is spread on my meadow.
Green, yet black with
the sodden color of
despondency!
What's use of this life,
where there's only the
rising of a sad moon?
even Li Po couldn't teach
me how to drink wine
with my shadow and the moon.
I can't make any company
to soothe my acidic world.
Will this continue to
make me say last hello
to my life?
The sadmoon never allows
me to be alone with my
own delightful soul...
It never comes down
to kiss me on my fevered
forehead!
I don't see any moving star,
to fulfill my desired dream!
The sadmoon covers my sight
and blocks my hope anyway!