The young pilgrim
Had travelled extensively,
He became tired and weary,
At night he got
A cosy shelter in a little cottage,
Soon he fell deep asleep,
At midnight the traveller saw
A sacred shadow in front of him
In his sleepy realm,
Being anxious,
He woke up in cold perspiration,
But he found none,
The pilgrim became stunned.
Amazingly expressed! .. Beyond what numbers could say! ..+++++++++++++++++++++++++
Such a deeply feeling and heart moving way to wake! .. Such a heart pounding dream, i would think would leave anyone stunned and a bit relieved to find no such shadow............
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sometimes dreams and unexplained things occur when we are tired and weary. An interesting and well expressed poem.