Go on sleep,
It's too late now.
I am ready to listen
Rest again tomorrow.
I know, you live in poems
And poems are there with you.
And what is a poem, if any one ask,
I must say poem is the very first word
And the last word of your life.
And what is life you are to put
The question again and I am ready,
Ready to explain life is a poem
That is in you and that poem
would blossom with its own.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem