In the dark and silent night,
I reached their mysterious realm,
They could not feel my presence,
They were whispering something,
I could not understand the meaning,
But I sincerely felt they were obscene,
Being frightened,
I fled from there soon
And after a while I reached my own safe domain,
But I could not write poetry that time,
As their obnoxious whisper had already destroyed my creative feelings.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
sometimes I feel same......wanna write......but some phantoms appear as the hindrance of the writing pen