I sat
In front of
A heap of dreams
Some looked bleak
Some appeared scary
Some sparkled in their best
I carefully picked them
One after the other and
Strewn them on
A precarious silken thread
And wore it around
My vulnerable neck...
Did you notice
How it added to my beauty?
At every touch of yours
The scary and the bleak
Dropped without much ado
Now I shine resplendent
With the sparkling ones
Smiling around my neck!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
as fragile a work as a dream...and different too...!