While waltzing with sleep
I accidentally knocked upon the dustpan
it fell to the ground, and
quickly, sleep left me.
(I guess it is because of my carelessness) .
I was as though outside a locked door
while sleep continued comfortably sleeping
Deluged by sleeplessness
I leaned against the door frame with eyes stark opened
looked at my watch, see, to wait for another train.
I was lucky. Another sleep-train stopped for me as though a lonely beggar of the night.
In no time I was in again.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem