You are my Dream,
Why should I tell people who and what you are?
You are someone I dream of when I have to close my eyes;
And keep myself detached from medley and mess of world;
And when Dreams are communicated to the world;
They are no more dreams but descriptive tales and blended anecdotes;
You are like my beautiful secret;
And when secret becomes dirty it forces to be divulged;
And it loses its charms and sanctity;
But you are beautiful and
Your place is in my eyes, not in tongue;
And the fragrance I breadth
The brilliance you pour in my hollow Soul,
If I tell the world,
They will turn it into profit,
Because it only hungrily yearns for profits,
It will make you a cosmetic symbol
And market it in the world of blind race.
Where you will disappear.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
you are like a beautiful secret lovely thought