Dreams are going by and by
One by one they disappear
Like the clouds in open sky
When breeze in wind them steer
Rhymes tint onward pleasures
Is their drill and true glow
Hours waking in their treasures
Before morning comes to go
Every word that quills in
With its dream in dip of art
In their glow and dawn spin
That came straight from heart
Filling moment’s quivery quick
Every day and lightless deep
Fire of the inspiring wick
To the mind and spirit to keep
Dreams of flowing with the day
In the moments of true waking
Each feeling that came its way
Within gush of loves making
Strung on tempered touched string
Of the emotions that rises on
In with that excitement bring
As flames are burnt and gone
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem