She told me,
“Wake up swadhin;
Wake up from your dream.
Look out and watch out to the world
It is rushing with full stream.”
“This life is not poetry of solace,
It is full of problems and a twist and terrible race,
So you have to stand up and lift up
With your own patience”
She told me,
“Come on swadhin;
Come on from your dream,
Think again and try again
Because it is not your
Favourite pastime.
Of course,
It is a fierce battle or
A swift possible storm”.
At last, I told her.
“Thanks dear
Thanks for your suggestion.
This boy is a boy
Who believes in
Dreams and aspiration”.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You did a great job on this poem