I am establishing myself
With you, my dear, come on
And see I am here
At this late night
With my dream.
My dream is not dying
That is great for me
And who is dying is
Not a question
You are calling me
At this late night
When the sun is shining.
Neither I am afraid of death
Nor I have a desire to live
And you are calling me
To sleep at this late hour of night
When the very night is not here
With us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The dreaming poet has no death at all.He is immortal.The poet dreams. The sun shines. Night is not there. Is the call from Lord..........? Obscurity dazes the readers but gives a strange atmosphere.