Life is a happening of which
No measures can hinder the experiences.
It’s just nothing but a dream- as thee know….
And a reality in its knowing- as I do know.
While in deep sleep; unto the
Evil haunts & to the sudden fears,
You’ll find it as a nightmare’s scream & laugh.
As this thought, which I haven’t thought off,
This very thought I found maneuvering my mind
Tickling & teasing my idle brain & my senses.
As it got vested in my loose wild ken;
I just had to shape it with my pen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem