As if pushed down
From the heaven of light
The day takes forth a step
As a coy girl of sixteen
Fragile glassy looks
Wander here and there
Fluttering and fleeting
The wings of imagination
The night glides down
Slowly inch by inch
Venturing the advent
But finally encroaches every thing
Silently sneaking and snoozing.
Life breaks out flutters and fleets
Like floods of thoughts it slinks and shrivels.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem