The bed is ready to open the
New story to unfold.
To retold.
Today no moon is there to welcome.
Only the age old shame of our mutual understanding.
All the dark residual of our ancestors
With the memories of past infatuations
And the forgone experiences of
Midnight dreams.
Unforgettable with the touches of the night skins
In every single story of the midnight bed.
I know you may seek asylum in my gravity.
I know you may extend your believes ablaze
In every directions of my sphere to rebuild
The space of midnight dream.
I can assure you one prime time experience
Of a story to be unfold,
Not the dream but the absolute midnight itself.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem