It was no dream
but a choir winging dreamily in the air
above my roof
Chorusing voices
melodiously swelling to a high pitch
serenading to heavens
Joy-filled
I begin to sing and dance
my notes reverberate the silence of the interior sky.
(Yayati)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
No dream but the joy of singing. I did wonder about the background to the poem. Best