With the fountain of sunset
My eyes drain to a dream.
A second i slept like a log
Awake; conciousness behold the unconciousness.
Life a dream, isn't it?
Like a preaching sun before a dense forest,
Like a hidden moon among the floating clouds.
Like a dew drop upon a cheek That always makes me awake.
Life is innovation; Is it?
Like a high waterfall, some call it as a shower.
Like a still ball a child wants to roll it,
Like every one looking at the darkness, willing to praise light.
Life is a lesson. May be!
Like ignorance is nothing,
Like everything is something,
Like nothing is the vital meaning.
Life is hilarious; I think.
Like a love for new moon at night erase by an old rising sun,
Like a farmer devastated by flood lured seeing a alluvial soil,
Like happy business man, calculating the future sink in stock market.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem