When the old night sleeps and snores
Riding on the desire like the neck of the giraffe
Mind goes out in the tender moonbeam.
Rose on the throne of destination
Breaking the curtain of the forces long salute.
Billion youngsters go to the rose on the highway
This journey has illusion, has sex
Mind touching word-necklace of song and poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem