Light falls and drowns
To enlighten the
Other half of the Earth.
The sky spreads the sheet
Widely to contrast
The dark with milky way
And flickering stars.
The hills, trees, and rivers
Sleep in their
Mothers' cozy lap.
The birds and the nestlings
Fly to their nest,
After the last ray
Of the sun is sucked
By the night.
The silence tip-toed
Enters in my tired room.
Where, in the silence
Of night, one day
Goes out from our
Destined days.
Dream then becomes
A luxury to me.
I open my diary
To write the lines
Soaked with my
Sweat, blood and
Grains of my trodden
Weary path.......
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
simple and sweet. Enjoyed it.