Night is alive
Night was going on in the early morning
because clouds were there in the sky.
Weather was cold and
morning was not so pleasant as it was yesterday.
Suddenly clouds run away,
Morning blossoms
and life on the earth starts smiling.
It was like a game between clouds and sun-shines.
I realize that life is also like such beautiful game.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem