While dewfalling invades the night,
Howls blended to air with foliages’
Whisper. The wind empowered stars’
Fur while it blocked their veins. The
Surrounding music talked to my bosom
And all the cubs and ewes woke with it.
I had a chat with Avalon the parent of my
Far life , and its leats formed it as a lyric.
Bulbs of my iris put the secrets of ‘my life’
The amber princess of the sun or the
Guard-feeder of bees, on my ears. So far
This silent night feat why you,
My dear love still on sleep ?

I am the moon who you’ve never seen.
Thus you even don’t know me but I
See you since your birth in the tender
Meadow just ahead the lake of Avalon.
It awards me a sweet joy when I perceive
How you grew on the green rushes, and
How you nourished by Avalon’s water and
Gaia’s earth, and how you swung rhythmically
With wind. Your whole life prisoned my
Melancholy during the sunlight.
I used to smell your fragrance while
My moonlight kept you far away from the
Night-thieves. Was I always charged with
The horror of flower girl who’d put you
In her bucket? Athena’s professor can not
Teach me how this effected the sight of Cupid. Little insects who thirst for nectar
Dance around you where their murmurs
Played musically while the tiny shine pebbles
Of sky dropped my isolation.

I feel an envy and ire melted with
Sorrow to see how wish the sun. my
Poor primary brain knows that
Helianthus love and wait together for sun.
A thousand of yours in the field of chromatic
Canvas with black points, wish the
Love of sun. this endless process
Which has no any result is been done Even by you. But he doesn’t willing to Have a zenana, a lusty zenana. Why
Does your peerless charisma, which
Had seen by my painful eyes as golden
Petles among a numeral siblings, from
Whom you infected the love for sun, not for me.

I sense a discernible jam of strawberry
& mango which includes all the
Good bad emotions that is still being
Singing by the youth tongues of the
Great romantic poets in Albion.
The boiling geysers’ re defeated with
My anger, that occurred by seing Sun’s
Arrogance. When it remembers the fishes
Dies in the pond. Nobody (except me) thinks
The dews on the flower aren’t water but
Its tears of losing love. The dews where hang
On the petles then absorp to rays. O what
An emanicipation ‘if its sad also absorps’.
What’s the sin that I’ve done to see this,
My painful beads filled with tears then they
Rained when my viewers wore umbrellas
Where my dear shuttered by an Oak bough.
There was a time indeed where the worst black
Clouds drew curtains ahead me. And my
Sedentary five wits controlled by them too.

Why what a worthy world is it this intangible
Love goes to Venus. But the brain knees before
The heart. So this must be one-side forever.
But now my brain embrace the heart.
Flower’d love me whenever my love
(Which does not love me still) perceive
My pure faith. Till dawn to noon, spring
To winter and year to decade I wait and I
Will have slept on the grave where your
Lifeless body dedicate before me by the black
Clouds, but nobody sing me to my rest where
I can gain you coz this is my poor pure
Unpopular story buried beneath the tomb.