No needs to discover,
discover the night.
Night is our own ocean,
We are the fishes therein.
Here we are on our own land,
We are being exploited like
anything by our own men.
The truth is our respiration,
But we have missed it somewhere.
Our love is just a farce that fluctuates.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh! tide of ocean, a restless night., every body tries to defeat the truth, Lo! truth is victorious -not defeat able, keep the respiration on it gives the feeling of being alive.. nice one thank you