I was writing a great poetry with rapt attention,
Suddenly I felt someone was calling me,
I stopped writing and looked everywhere,
But I could see none;
Then I resumed to depict the beautiful poetry,
After a while I perceived
Someone was calling me again and this time more strongly,
I observed minutely but there was none.
Then I realised everything,
It was actually the evil shadow of my own mind,
Thereafter I didn't listen to it at all,
Rather I fully concentrated on my writing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good for you. We must always resist the temptation of evilness. A well thought write with a meaningful message.