Calmness filled my dark room
My eyes dim with pain
Ghosts of dreams on the walls of doom
Silently, I was staring at the unknown
With my suppressed immortal moan
On the shelf so many fairy tales
The dust made their faces pale
On the ceiling old images bright;
Still keep it's light
Through all that tranquility
A sound still can be heard
Calls of faith
Makes me yearn for opening the window again..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
IT'S A GREAT POEM.I LOVED IT.