sooner
could be better
when finally
you sleep happily
all alone
in a king-size bed
without someone telling
you, 'wake up, wake up,
it is ten
o'clock'
you close a door in
your life
sleep in its chamber
dream a lot
and cope up with the
pains of those
passing years....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem