The Full Moon

The Full Moon

Here is before my very eyes a full moon,

Shining behind the elegant coconut trees.

Its effulgence is no doubt a boon,

To those on the beach saturated in the sea-breeze.

What a beautiful prospect, but to believe it's hard,

When observed with full attention.

Just like a pretty post-card,

Which is viewed with such great admiration.

The full moon is reflected on the sea still and calm,

With its glittering and scintillating brightness.

Oh beautiful one! may you rest on my palm,

For I want to contemplate your unique greatness.

I try to behold your beauty, so I come nearer,

I step into the clear still blue water.

The full moon with all its splendour,

Vanishes in the ripples before my very eyes for ever.

My palms that went to catch the full moon,

In the still waters of the sea, now dream.

And slap in awe my cheeks balloon,

Searching with my thirsty eyes in the full moon beam.

How in such a short time I wonder,

I lost in a flash, in the splash,

The most precious gift of the bounteous Nature,

Alas.....Alas.....Alas.

Lekhram.