It is that black rose
I nurture in sly
Oh! How deepblack it is
That reflects me
In leisure
It is the nightmare
That comes in my dream
After a day's hectic schedule
I sleep to dream
And it comes crawling
In the deep dark night
I turn my face
From pleasant moments
And rage, anguish, agony...
All dance together in hatred
My conscience suddenly raises
And laughs at seeing foolishness!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dipak, such a well wriiten piece.....10++++*