THE WALK BY MOONLIGHT
By: Kamal
Tsirang ,Bhutan
I see ghostly gallon peeping,
And pranced charmingly biding adieu.
The dusk drew in,
Making the whole world blind.
There, I could sense from my early remembrance,
That, a beautiful elf will sing by moonlight.
This, I heard a decades ago,
As an old wife’s tale.
The restless wind,
From mountain frolicking through leaves of elms,
Did bar my way.
The ghostly gallon appeared so high,
In his own white denim.
The worthy gallon above,
Gave his best friendship,
To lead the path
Towards the small glen.
My weary legs ,
Could give no try ahead,
Nor could I command upon thee.
Just then, I heard her lofty madrigal,
Which is full of unheard lyrics.
I felt the melody from every nook of the woods,
Yet, could not feel her presence,
Nor could I catch all her lyrics.
In the woods of Pathivara.
The stupid wind did disturb ,
Rustling through leaves of elms again,
But my ears did etch on her song,
The sweet lofty madrigal.
I thought ;never to leave her unseen,
And her melody unheard,
But to the twilight she retired,
To her unseen home .
So, I desire to change my mind ,
With the morning light ,
To terminate.