This is the right time
To live the unseen part of life
The right time to see
All becoming one
The sky and the earth
in each others arms
And your very lonely soul
Roaming on the vacant streets
With ample of songs and freedom
In night the stars are your friends
They are not faraway dreams of daylight
And the moon is so close
To enter your bedroom
to spray honey
In the night the centre
Runs on its circle
Freely dancing and singing
Night is the right time
To meet your own self
To write poem and play on flute
To draw pictures of your love
On the canvas of dreams
And to die happily alone and unseen.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A novel and wonderful way to look at so common nigh. Very interesting and enjoyable.