A FULL MOON DAY


Upon the surges of
Smoky cloud the moon oscillating with joy,
The twinkling stars are
Looking placidly from far and high;

The yon peaks
Flashing as gold by the moon light,
Over the turquoise lake
Flying towards the hill, a bird’s flight;


The moon-light
Playing on the edges of the trees,
My volition went up
To search the trace of stars;



Every blossomed flower
Drinking the moon-light calmly
Now I am on a rock
With the thoughts of my life trolley.



G. MURALI , M.A