the poem is a dream
it arrives in the middle of my sound sleep
it wants to wake me up
it is severely disturbed
it wants to be written
i am so tired
and i ask it
why it does have to be written?
i do not have the answer
to fabricate its purpose
i know it has
so many reasons
but i respect it somehow
and i leave it
undeciphered
at the last hour of my
sleep
it leaves me perturbed somehow
but when i wake up and gets myself busy with the ordinary days of my life
it becomes
another item forgotten
perhaps its reason is that
it is in the middle of a very sound sleep
and so it has all the
option to tell the truth
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem