Things I craved for many summers ago
are reaching me now
when I don't need them.
Dreams that got tired
After a long wait
I am not dreaming anymore.
They were stalled when I needed them
and now they are time staled.
Now my dreams are different,
They come silently from the firmament.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We hope for the dream and really that comes from the firmament by our toils. Thanks. Tapas Baidya, Kolaghat, Purba Medinipur, West Bengal