I have been writing poetry since early morning,
Everyone is teasing me,
But I am not listening,
I am writing with great ease and delight.
It's late night now,
I am tired and weary,
I want to sleep,
But no one gives me a comfortable shelter,
Eventually my tranquil poetic realm calls me to sleep in its cosy lap,
Where I sleep with great peace and serenity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Where I sleep with great peace and serenity. keep writing poetry in ur dreams till she screams come over darling it must now be raining