Sitting in my room,
i stare sharp at sky;
a mountain of dreams
i see, as clouds floating by.
Stars on the backdrop twinkle to me,
as a ray of hope in the darkness i see.
Passerby, moving figures,
are just a waste;
you'll loose your clouds
just by a glimpse in haste.
If lost, you still have time to learn;
next day, next night, your clouds will return..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A good start with a nice poem, Ankur. Read my poem Love and L u s t. Thanks.