A pretend world hides behind my lids,
A sky of my own and the place of my will.
My horizon just, where I wish to see…
And time as long as I want it to be…
Good, as unreal as it could be,
Bad, as real as it can reveal.
Love, as bitter as it could ever become
Hatred as sweet as it could transform...
A castle of my thoughts
With the colors of my dreams
But whether I would be happy there?
The question still lingers somewhere! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The poem seems to bring to forth a man's personal impression of things vis-a`- vis those of others and seeks to find out an answer or grasp the reality. A very deep and thought provoking contemplation. Thanks.