On a moonless night, I look for the moon in flames again.
A flake of which fell on me yesterday,
On the first night of its burning.
Now it is nowhere to be seen.
After a few moonless nights, a fresh moon shall arrive
Earth shall greet
I will wait for another flake to reach me
For now, I will let the fire with the coming moon be
Shringi
June 27, 2011
LOVE the last line! and the whole poem.
ReplyDeleteYou have touched a new height in your world now. Keep it dreamy.
Thank You so much. I should listen to you.
ReplyDeletehey... nice one...
ReplyDeleteI will wait for another flake to reach me
ReplyDelete.... anticipation....beautifully writen