Every day is a mystery.
We discover it to happy or sad surprise.
Often a day feels like a heavy dream
When a bad dream like things
Occur in a bizarre reality.
We accept truth as we accept death.
No sea of tears is an apt solace.
Who is happy to be dwarfed into a funny Lilliput?
Who knows who is there behind such dreams?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem