At times I tend to succumb to sleep,
Not for a long time,
Unlike Kumbhakarna or Ymir,
But for at least sometime.
Since constant work seems dull on occasion,
I wish I could fulfill my wish,
Like a King!
Yet reality is so selfish!
Thinking of the prolonged sleep is the only relief,
The mind gets yet like incessant pain stays the grief!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem