Something is still there
Hazy though, can't see more
Like the mist covering the mountains
Blurring my vision
Is it an illusion?
Just like dreams are
When I'm half awake
Gone, void but the sense remain
Juxtaposing the real before me
Should I sleep?
Or come to the senses
That too are deceptive
How naive I'm, I can't see
I'm chasing a dream within a dream...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Illusion are sometimes beautiful but false!