I scribbled on a scratch paper to her
It's a full Moon to the desert here too.
Her last perfomance for the year of 2005.
Do you remember the day you told me
how many times being seperate we watched this same moon.
still watching alone in two different poles.
Is this a punishment for writing poetry?
I hear the bell tolls from my remote village temple
and the shepherd boy tunes his flute
at the river's edge.
I am bit nervous in this lonely night
arouse my hidden desires
and hope that you too victimize.
I had frequent dreams of you
and I am so sorry for holding the gravity.
The man who set foot on the moon
has he ever seen this beauty?
He brought only the fistful of sand and what else?
The round moon resembles my beloved wife.
Oh! what is the purport of seeing beauty from afar alone?
Anyway it's at least a fortune
as they all cover their faces and not to be seen here.
nimal dunuhinga
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-full-moon/
