I am the poet of the morning
And not of the night
The night is too dark for me
It is too filled with disturbance
It is mostly bad dreams
The morning is another story
Light most of the times
And even when there is little light
There can be more
The morning is hope belief beginning
Night is the end and death and darkness
I am the poet of the morning
But there is night
And night is real
And night is near and more near
I hold on to the mornings
But night is night.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The great souls always prefer the light and also the day as the hope of world and night naturally represents darkness which fades the light and here a very meaningful poem for enjoyment.