When the night is deep
mesmerizing my soul
to vibrate with strings of my mind
some sound echo to replace
the calmness attitude of night
Then i am awaken to ask
the reason of pantothenic
where from it is knocking
to doors of my soul
to make me awaken
in the solitude of midnight
I ask the night
if she has forgotten to sleep
that so kept me awaking
when the entire is sleeping
in her armless night
but kept me awaken
in her deep bossom
to soothe my dormant soul.
Night forgets to sleep and keep one awake. Maybe the day does the opposite. It seems to be the secret of life that the poem unveils. Thank you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
poets open their eyes while sleeping to see others at all times endlessly