We get up early in the morning.
I dropp her to work
And I too grab the struggle.
Evening when I am off
I pick her to our gloomy roost.
Take dinner and go to sleep.
I am awake in the middle of the night
And she's fast asleep on our rickety bed.
She cries and smiles in her dreams
And I am bit worried that she could have eloped with a King.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Maybe you are the king in your own heart and in her dreams as well. A poem that gets down to basics and how we journey through life like that, sharing both the mundane and the magnificant moments together.