It is your dreams, my dear
What you see what you hear
What you remember,
Awake and feel.
And it is all
Your present body
They called it life.
Your forgetfulness is
Called death and they called
Dreams are useless.
Awake and feel.
Remember all imaginary
And factual that are
Not real.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Dream is life...I think a dreamless person is breathed his/her last previously.