Tell me not
what is morning
It is not true
Tell me not
What is day
What is night
I am not here
To admit.
Coinage of words
Are totally mistaken
Mistake on facts
And not acceptable
Correct your words
And put on right track
And show me a full moon
With a new one.
Tell me
On the days eclipse
You are seen
And a new birth
Daily is not daily
And see me in hearth
Say something else
That is my prayer.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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