the fact is that
when you are too tired
after a hard day's work
and when you arrive at the
house finally
after a heavy
city traffic you just drop
dead on your bed and
when you wake up
and everyone had already
left for their
personal endeavors
you do not mind being alone
you do not even
remember whether you
had dreams
or even nightmares for here
the devil could do nothing
for your
divine situation: tired
helpless
but still wanting to do more.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem