When we go to bed, then We forget all that world Its pains and its sufferings anytime Simply because in our sleeping We go to our dreams to be away from Our cruel reality anytime... In bed we do store all days' long ordeals Which we encounter here and there Even our thoughts go to bed to relax And to be in better situations Anytime, anywhere, and everywhere. ______________________________________________________________________
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem