Someone was crying
In the dark and gloomy night,
It was an ominous cry,
They were compelled
To listen to it
With their simple and ordinary feelings,
But my beloved poet
Successfully avoided the inauspicious cry
With his powerful and refined poetic feelings,
He was fully engrossed in his great realm.
Excellent write. Dwelling into the world of imagination a poets may become guilty of being insensitive. So well expressed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A poet is often lost in a world of fantasy and imagination that he loses grasp of the bitter realities around him! In a way it is a blessing that he can ward off unpleasant sounds! Beautifully composed!