Age grows,
Night grows.
Night grows,
Tide grows.
And I feel
The pulse rate
High with
Your words hey.
Pride has no place,
Dream occupied all.
Dream has no place,
Reality occupied all.
I live in reality
But with poems in you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Wonderful Write Gaja keep up the great work +10