Let the battling countries fight
I am tugged in my bed tight
Let sinners sin, wise get it right
I am ready for a dreamy flight
Let the future be dull or bright
Wish I have my lucky sprite
Let all the other poets write
I have left the pages white
Let all qualms go out of sight
I am ready to bid good night! ! ! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If Vikram is here....i know what u will say....dont say it! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !