Wakeup in the morning look back in the nite
And i am smiling and feeling high
The last nite dream is thare floating in my eyes
I talked it about whole day
It never left my mind, upon the next bend and on the next trip
I have printed the foot prints on the sands of day and nite
''Left for a drink....
I drink the last glimpse and through the the corner of the eyes
I threw lust on every fair face that i would pass by my side
But i am not the sand alone
I am not killing time in same loo
The foot prints of us will stand alone
And in our hearts too....''
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem