I started my trip
after chopping my dream into perfect halves.
It was the day when I stepped
to an institute and blew out my thoughts,
nevertheless I was amused to get a track
conquering my bed -ridden self respect.
I gulped the entertaining life at 20
Days and nights could not lessen
the hallucinated enthusiasm
But the responsibilities of many
could not get it back
O! lonely my bed-ridden self respect
Oh! I wish I were a bubble
to break and born by one's desire
oh! I wish I were the letters
that are made and swept at beach
My tiny heart still struggling hard
to heal my bed-ridden self respect.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem